| Samantha Scroggin Dec 24 | As I'm sitting here on Christmas Eve at my parents' house that is at last quiet after a busy day with family, I am reflecting. There are things we experience in life that don't make sense at the time. Existential anxiety as preteens. A terrible boss. Difficult relationship dynamics. And then one day, someone experiences something similar and leans on you for comfort. Maybe it's one of your kids having a sweaty panic attack the night before their favorite day of the year. You can not only offer them comfort, but also hope. You get to say I've been there. I'm here for you. And it will be OK. And truly mean it. At last, to all an imperfectly good night. | | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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