I often marvel at the clear evidence of fate and genetics bringing me back what I dish out to the universe by way of my children not-so-subtly throwing some of the same in my face. Karma has a twisted sense of humor, it turns out.
Today over at Off Our Chests, I’m thinking about my most fearful little apple, and what tending to him has done for this mama tree. It’s a good thing, I hope, though we both have a long way to go. Courage is easier to come by when it’s for your kid, I find.
I hope you’ll come over and add to the conversation.