Mom, through all those years of exhausting labor, fierce love, and unseen tears, you were laying the foundation of a beautiful legacy. Every good deed I have ever done or will do, every life touched or blessed, every person influenced and inspired, any good thing that comes from my six children, their children, and their children’s children, is because of you.

In motherhood, you were the ultimate gardener.

Deflated and disappointed, Cindy was brave enough to confess, “Is this all there is for me in life?” The uninformed observer would have been surprised to hear her ask that question. 

On the outside, Cindy had it all: attractive looks, beautiful home, successful husband, and cute kids. But on the inside, Cindy was experiencing an existential crisis that left her with a crushing sadness.

I am suggesting that social media has aided the multiplication of judgmental critics who do not operate out of a deep well of virtue and constructive concern. They are dangerous because they are destructive and lead others astray. 

What is worse, they even discourage the very people we need to declutter the path before us: the creatives.