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Excerpts From The Book 
 

Origins

All parents are imperfect people, doing their best with the life skills they have. As we grow from children to adults, we realize our parent's flaws. And it is okay to say that we wish they could have been better for us. I do not want anyone to think I am enabling destructive cycles. Growth and understanding are the objectives, not enablement.

Children look up to their parents. Parents are considered experts, perfect in character, and full of knowledge and wisdom through their children's eyes. Most parents are faking it 'til they make it, praying their choices and actions don't damage their kids.

I had my first child at nineteen. I remember eventually realizing I was clueless about everything, not just parenting.

I remember thinking my parents knew it all! My parents were just kids in their twenties, doing their best to raise three small children. I was the oldest of my siblings, so I came onto the scene when my parents were eighteen and twenty-two. Both of my parents came from broken homes and individually scarred pasts. It turns out their parents weren't perfect either.

My mom and dad learned about love and self-control by watching their parent's interactions. Marriages centered around abuse, lies, and disrespect were the most prominent examples in my parents' childhood. Those marriages eventually ended in divorce. My parents tried their best to love each other without understanding real love. 

 

 

Copyright Sarah Harbut

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Excerpt from the poem 'Love Hurts'

 

There is no fear in love.

You will find real love meant just for you

A love unconditional and true

A man who is patient and kind

Someone who expresses love not with his fists

but with his mind

A love that gives you a constant glow

Causing you to believe you are worth the effort

Love that doesn't feel like a desert

A love that fills pages

Stories written for the ages

You will have the family you only dreamed of in the past

You will be married for fifty years or more

And your grandchildren will see a love that lasts

Love wins.

 

 

 

 

 

Read the full poem in  'Less Fear More Fire'

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Profession

 Self-worth is not determined by your occupation.

Value is not determined by your work location.

The joy you bring to others has little to do with your wage.

Your job or career will be a few words in your story,

It's not the whole book, not even a whole page.

All the incredible things that make you 'you.'

Can never be discovered by the question, 'What do you do?'

What you do from nine to five

Is not the only way you thrive.

A job title is nothing more than a name,

It is a spark, not your whole flame.

Jobs will come and go, that is fine.

Just continue to let your light shine.

Your heart, your smile…

that drive, that style…

To this world you have so much to give.

Life is not only about making a living,

Make sure you live.

You are a loved. You matter.

Maybe those facts do not fit on a resume list.

Perhaps you were created for such a time as this.

 

Sarah Harbut

 

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