When I was a little pup, Mom told me a story about a beautiful teapot and how it had started life as a lump of ugly grey clay. Over the years I'd forgotten the story, until here recently.
I remembered the teapot telling a couple of all the pain and suffering he'd gone through in the process of becoming a beautiful tea pot. A vessel that could be emptied and filled, that when poured out, brings happiness and comfort to others. The pain of being molded, stretched beyond what you think you can handle, the searing agony of going through the fire. The fire making you stronger where you were once soft and malleable, able now to handle more than you ever thought you could. (Click me here to read The Teapot Story)
With all the little teapot had gone though he knew he'd have to go through the fire once again after he'd been painted with his glaze, turning the little brown pot into a true thing of beauty.
Now as I'm an older pup I realize it's a story of life and the trials we go through. We don't grow if we're not tested, and we won't see where our weak spots are until we get a little heat added to our lives.
I mentioned my Mom and Dad are a bit older. When we all get older things flare up and at times Hoomans need to go to the hooman hospital just like we pups have to go to our doggy hospitals. My Dad ended up going to the ER and was admitted to the hospital for a brief stay. This put Mom in the position of having to be two places at one time.
Mom is Super-Mom in my eyes, Dad's eyes and unrealistically in her own. During the thick of any situation Mom is calm, collected and capable. Mom excelled at being in two places at once. Neither I, or my Dad had Mom 24/7 but we both had Mom and that made us all somewhat happy.
Dad's hospitalization was a first for this family, and we all were reshaped, stretched molded and fired. Our pot didn't crack under the extreme heat, but we did feel the flames. Dad has seen things that he needs to change and is working on them all.
After Dad was home a few days Mom who feels she's always in control and can handle any situation that may arise, had her own medical emergency and had to call EMS. She went to her doctor the next day and found out she'd picked up a rather serious tummy bug. Once again finding out in the fire where our weakness's lie. None of us are really as in control as we'd like to think, and we all get our turn in the fire.
Our strength comes from our love and support of each other. When we're faced with our most serious fires is when we see if we will crack in the heat or if we'll come out stronger.
I Molly experienced my medical crisis after my Mom and Dad had theirs. My family has realized we're all a part of a whole, and when one part of our pot becomes weak so does the entire vessel. Love, Support, and unity will get us through any crisis dear furiends, but a family is a unit and we need each other to function properly.
None of us know why our lives take us on the paths they do, but if we can share our experiences with others as in the teapot story possibly this is the purpose of our trials; so people will know they're not in their situations alone.
Life isn't always tea and roses, but the love of family and furiends makes it all worthwhile.
Love, Molly and my Mom