Eve Kenin | Kick Butt

We all do it every day of our lives. We handle the cooking, the cleaning, the
job, the boss, the mustard spilled down the front of the white blouse just as
we’re ready to leave the house, the sick parent, sick child, sick hubby or
self. A shattered glass. A shattered dream. A mountain of laundry that seems to
be growing exponentially. Carpool, car accident, kid throwing up in the car. We
handle things that are bigger, or smaller. Things that get under our skin and
stay to irritate, like sand in your bathing suit. Things that are so huge they
would dwarf a whale. We handle them because we must. Is it always easy? No. But
we do it nonetheless, sometimes with gritted teeth or a heavy heart, and
sometimes with hard won grace.