The only way we can build our children up to be resilient and strong is to allow them to feel hardship, to struggle, to have it hard. Sure, unconditional love and their basic needs must be, to the best of our abilities, provided for, but for the rest, how about we trust the individuals we are raising to emerge stronger out of this, ready to lead a world of tomorrow that we have a very, very hard time picturing at this point?
Isn’t it ironical? We accept change in so many things – nature, our jobs, our children, our neighbours but, when it comes to ourselves, it strikes us as odd or even out of place. Or like we’re broken.
I choose to celebrate this holiday season by remembering the magic of every sliding door in my life. By recognising the power that exists in us – us as one, that is – and celebrating that by connecting even when it is hard and painful.
The pain was so great that at first I thought I was going to faint. But I didn’t. I held on and felt the breaking.
I am traveling by train this morning so I stopped to get some magazines and books in the train station. They make nice gifts to
I know that I wrote about this before but it seems to me that, as we get closer to schools opening… or not … it