Oh, the comfort—
the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person—
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out,
just as they are,
chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
~ Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life
“Language Arts – Writing – wrote about a place they go to calm down. Brooke said she goes to Mama and then she feels better.”
~ Brooke’s aide, her daily report
Grinning like a fool as I read the report, I ran for my camera. I had to share this with you.
I know you know how much this means.
All the times I felt so impotent, so helpless. All the times my beautiful little girl trembled in my arms and I felt like there was nothing I could do. All the times that it killed me to think that I couldn’t make it better.
But I could make it better. I did make it better.
She goes to Mama and then she feels better.
I was there.
And sometimes I guess that’s enough.