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.
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