Where do I get my strength from?

Am I strong or weak? I always ask myself where do I get my strength from? Do I have a strength at all? Or is it only shallow?
I faced a lot of difficulties through out my life, even though I am not that old, but still I don't see myself as a strong person, I even feel that I am so weak and effortless. I don't know if I am doing the right thing raising my kids, if I am the caring daughter for my parents as they are getting older, if I am the good wife my husband dreamt of.... so many questions are going through my head.
Sometimes I meet a friend and she starts to ask me, how do you so it? Managing all the hustle in your life? You must be a Super woman!!! But actually I do not believe I deserve to be called a Super woman, i have many flaws in my life, but what I am really thankful for is God's blessing and mercifulness. Without them I wouldn't be able to make it for one day. Every morning I ask God for power and strength to go through the day, and at the end I thank God for making it work. That's how I get my strength.
So ask God, yes ask him daily to help you to give you the strength to maintain your life in order, ask him to guide you and clear your path so not to fall, ask him to give you the wise to see the good from the bad in everything. And at the end of the day Praise him and thank him for making you look like a Super woman in the eyes of everyone.

Living with a Teenzilla

Having a teenage kid at home is one of the biggest challenge of parenthood.
You are never good enough to their standards, never doing your best, you can never understand how they feel, you are always born in an old ear. As if you were never a teenage too one day.
Raising them? I don't know whether we are raising them or them raising us?
I thought that having a child while I'm still young will get me through this phase easily as a young mom. But this Era teenagers are sooooo different from us. First of all I found out that new teenaging is starting from the age of 8; first there's "tween", then at 10 there's "pre-teen", and the last level where you meet the GUL " teenage".
By the time I reached that level I was already in a mess. Trying to be her friend at times, trying to set rules at others, keeping it balanced is not an easy job, you're juggling with too many balls, if you dropped one you'll loose them all.
No-one is sure of how well they are raising their children, but some are not doing it at all, and my worst defeat is competing with pears pressure and environmental impact.
I admit that in many situations I felt frustrated, I felt that I'm loosing all kind of control; on her as well as on myself, but I only believe that what kept me from falling is God's bless, yes, I'm trying to do my best, even if it were not enough, but this is the best I can do, and that's what really matter, at the end of the day feeling that comfortable with myself.

How I met your father...

Kids are always fascinated by the story behind how their parents met. Mine always ask me, How you met Papa? And I always tell them that we were friends and then our friendship turned to a lovely love story. But this answer never killed their curiosity, they want more of the story, each one of them wants to hear the part that interested him/her. The older girl is looking for an answer of where will I meet mine? The boys are looking for how did you get all these stuffs? The younger girl is asking how did I choose my gown? Kids are always thinking that they will have the same fate like us, that they will always go for the same processes we've been through. 

When I go back in time when I was much younger, and eager to follow my mother's path, I realize that I met my man at a different age than my mother, I went through a lot of different complications. 

We dream of a life similar to the one we've been hearing about, but no matter how hard we dream we all end up with a different one.

Hope that they will live a much happier and easier love stories, and be able to tell with joy their stories of how they met their spouses