Welcome One and All to the Circus (That is My Life)

     Just last month my father (Nonno as the boys call him) took all of the grand-kids to the circus.  My husband & I (true kids at heart) accompanied this traveling side-show to help out Nonno with the children.  As we were sitting there in the bleacher seats half-way into the event, I could not help but think that I was watching my own daily life play out in the 3 rings below.      
     I empathized with the animal trainers who were saying silent prayers that their charges were all behaving in public and "preforming" as they were taught to do.  The plastered smile of the juggler could not hide the slight flinches that escaped as he navigated too many balls in the air at once.  And of course the tight-rope walker just trying to make it from one end to the other without a misstep as the crowd gasped at the brave woman. 
     As a stay-at-home wife & mother, I too have been in these positions.  Now my clothes may not be as bedazzled, my children may not be "animals", the balls I juggle may not be on fire and my tight rope may not be 20 feet in the air but I too preform daily in this crazy circus we call life.  Only I probably get better accident insurance rates! 
     Welcome to my circus...