When Kate was littler, maybe 1 year old, I began to notice the unique way Nathan dealt with her tears. Whether it was a fit or fear or just for attention he would calmly and confidently say, “You’ll be fine.”
I wrote those words on my bulletin board by my bathroom sink to remind me that in the middle of my tears (my fits, fears or just for attention) I could hear the words, “You’ll be fine.”
Today, as I’m disassembling my bathroom for Kim and Chad to tile I took those words down. Today, they seem to fit my need to say about Mom, “You’ll be fine.” And she will be. No matter what. And so will I.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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