When my kids come to me, from their nightmares, or from their parties, or from their heartbreaks, when they come to me for comfort, for validation, for vindication, then I know. I know that — for that moment — I am HOME to them. I am, for that kid, for that second, the place to seek peace.
And then I know that I did one thing right. Once. At least. And that is all I really need.
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It’s so much easier to see all the things we did wrong, isn’t it? It feels good to recognize the right things. Thank you so much for sharing this. I needed these tears in my eyes this morning.
It’s so much easier to see all the things we did wrong, isn’t it? It feels good to recognize the right things. Thank you so much for sharing this. I needed these tears in my eyes this morning.
But don’t you know that THAT ONE RIGHT THING only happens because of the cumulative effect of the gazillion right things that precede it and obliterate the negative effect of the occasional BLEWIT?
But don’t you know that THAT ONE RIGHT THING only happens because of the cumulative effect of the gazillion right things that precede it and obliterate the negative effect of the occasional BLEWIT?