There are places I remember in my life…
Some beautiful and hug-filled and snuggly and warm. Having my head rubbed as I hold my favorite stuffy.
Some dark and muddy and filled with shouting and angry reds and implied harm. Horrid dinner table times where each mouthful was an epic swallow of dread and dust.
They are all filled with love.
The only love I know.
The only way I know how to love, so often.
My goal is to change and I am, changing it.
Two days ago, my kids and I went grocery shopping and they fought the whole time and then fought with me in the car. They spoke their minds, it hurt and taught and it sucked.
At home we had a brilliant dinner and they spent over 3 hours together making a sequel to a video they did two years ago.
Perhaps there is something to be said for airing out what we dislike about each other in a vat of loud love.