resolve

I had resolved not to write about my girls here, for my own internal notions of appropriateness and boundary-keeping, but I will say this: there is nothing more painful to the heart than watching your children suffer and feeling powerless to help them, or worse that you are contributing to it through your own inability to be a fully present, whole person when it is needed most. I need to do better than this. I need to cry and then smile and do better. It will be okay. It will be okay. Repeat it until you believe it, believe it until you know it, know it until you become it, become it until you transcend it.