Children.
They are blessings, aren’t they?
But only sometimes.
Not always.
It’s not that I prefer a quiet dinner table.
Or meals, for that matter.
But if they must be rollicking, let it be with joy, with pleasure, with laughter, with appreciation, with recognition, with compassion, with understanding, with acceptance, with…
Did you know whatever we’re deprived of in childhood we spend the rest of our lives looking for?
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