As my daughter gets older and the wet cement of her settling mind starts to solidify a bit, I hope to talk more deeply with her about the thing that she feels inside of her during her lowest moments. The moments when she curls in on herself and those she loves. The moments when she’s self-absorbed and petty. The seasons when she feels alone, mistreated, and bitter. The nights when she feels ashamed because she didn’t do the thing(s) that her heart and right mind told her she should do.
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