Choices

Everyday, we are faced with countless choices. Being an American, means we even have more choices available to us that we simply take for granted.

Lately, I've been told I can only eat 30 - 45 carbs per meal. So I'm learning to make better choices so that I can stay in that range.  At first I was upset. I pouted. I thought it was unfair. I wanted to eat what I wanted to be and not told what I can and cannot do. But after I had my "pity party for one", I realized it isn't so bad.  I can make choices that keep me in the range the medical people want me to be in and not be completely miserable.  I did have to make some sacrifices, like no more White Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks (well... maybe for a special occasion or an outing with a special friend).

What is more difficult for me, than giving up my White Chocolate Mocha, is watching my kiddos struggle with their choices.  For me, it's really my youngest two -- the twins.  They totally know all the right answers.  They know right from wrong and what they SHOULD do. It's just when they are around peers, they are followers. They just seem to not be able to stand up and DO the right thing (unless they know that their parents are watching).  I want so desperately trust them and when I give them a chance, I feel like they fall short.  I don't know if they just don't want to try, or that they just want any kind of attention they can get, or is it they are afraid that they will lose the few friends that they have.  Or maybe it's just all being impulsive.

I just hope and pray that they will learn to stand up for what is right. To do what is good and noble. To become trustworthy people. Cause in their hearts, I know they are good.