So, after the big mom-fail the other night, I was sitting at work the next day, feeling really lousy, so I decided to go pay a lunchtime visit. She wrapped her arms around me and said, “I’m really sorry about last night, Mom.”
Then, that night, before bed she asked me if she was forgiven.
Oh! My baby girl. Of course you are. Always and completely. And please forgive me too.
This precious, tender-hearted child. I hate the idea that the world you live in will someday hurt you. I dread the day that heart of yours gets its first callus. Hold on to the gentleness, and the tenderness, and the softness that make you who you are.
And God help me to give you just enough toughness to THRIVE, to show the world that gentle hearts are the heroes we need.
Motherhood is hard. And it is the best job I’ve ever had.
I hope she wants to play some video games together this weekend.
Her High and Mightyness 