Chocolate milk at dinner + the long slow work of love -- I’m going through a thing with one of my kids that’s inviting me to the edge of myself. To the edge of my knowledge and experience. To the cliff of what I know about this part of life. To the edge of my coping mechanisms and memorized patterns. I don’t like it. I know it’s good and healthy and discomfort is where the growth happens. Blah, blah, blah. I still don’t like it.
Sending love, Jenny. You've got this. Such a brilliantly thought-provoking post - I loved it. 😊
"Loving the people around us changes us, doesn’t it?"
Yes. Yes, it is.
Grateful for you and your insight.
That was just what I needed to read today❣️
IThose chapters I didn’t see coming were most challenging for me. I needed lots of grace!
I get it. 😊❤️