to my daughter
May 24, 2016 § 3 Comments
Yesterday you came home casually piecing together a misunderstanding that left you feeling misplaced. A mistake born of good intentions that made you feel silly, then guilty, as other’s reacted to your error.
Beneath your tough exterior and flippant shrug, there was a tenderness that belied your dismissive attempts at humor.
Last night I wanted to help you piece together the moment; if not to fix it, then to create peace in place of frustration. This morning I am more humble for my own experiences.
Saying something without intending to upset someone else, the tone and texture of your words or mannerisms chafing at another’s emotions until the moment becomes unintentionally hurtful. Loosing perspective between another’s reaction and our defensiveness.
The things we might have said and the way we guard our heart. The balance of fact over truth. Blame over burden.
Maybe everything doesn’t need to be understood, perhaps it is enough to be present in our own experiences and have faith in others’ goodness.
Sometimes we let the broken pieces lay where they fall and trust others to see past the mess to our best.
Love, Mom
scribblechic 
It’s a big journey Marie, those young growing hearts especially. Among others in the same process they are constantly clashing, in good and bad, slowly building themselves from all that they experience.
We adults are the guides, who have built from our good and bads all over the place.
Makes you wonder how we all come out as we do 🙂
But we do, with a love like no other.
I believe it was Hemingway that said “we are stronger in the places that we’ve been broken.”
We ache, learn, heal, grow – evolve.
So very true! Enjoy the ride 🙂