[Continuing the conversation from earlier this week ...]
Her hurt hooked me in, again. She looked down and my heart picked up pace. Years of training selflessness, teaching them about a heart focused out and up (not in), were challenged in the face of this child, who just wouldn’t have it on this particular day. She exhaled ingratitude, in spite of my outpouring.
We’d just had a day together, the two of us. We held hands and giggled. She did everything one step behind me, as she’d asked to do so many days. I treasured her — it wasn’t hard — and she lit up. Time spent together was her language of love.
Minutes after we returned home, the questions ..read more