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In my last post I spoke from a place of pain.  Mindful of a difficult moment in my child’s day I absorbed his distress, weaving it into my frustration with another child’s behavior.  Mentally stomping my feet, I willed others to speak and act from a place of patience, kindness, and tolerance.  A soap box is a lonely companion, so I placed myself in the company of those towards whom I felt angry and looked inward to see where I could do better.

The question I am asking myself today is:  Am I living in a place of patience, kindness, and tolerance?  My answer came quickly and with a force resonating with the burden of truth.  So, with a deep breath, I am looking forward with the expectation that I too can do better.

Tagged: Reflection