My oldest child turns 13 this summer. It seems like yesterday she couldn't get enough of Frozen and was too scared to sleep alone in her bedroom, and then I blinked and she's an almost teenager who refuses to open the door to answer questions because she's busy doing homework and watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine. The days are long by the years are short.
A lot of the past 3 years have been taken up by some pretty heavy stuff. We lived through a pandemic, the killing of George Floyd, the over-increasing death of the opiate overdose crisis, Donald Trump. It's a lot. I've been through a lot. My kids have been through a lot. The world has felt very heavy fo the past 3 years, and that's aside from all the personal stuff that I have been living through. How does one keep themselves grounded and not become a doomsayer in all of this? My secret? Constant reflection to try and keep things in perspective.
I often ask myself, did my father who was born in Eastern Europe during World War II have it better or worse? I think he didn't. I can't ask him because he died in 2006.
Love,
Michelle D.
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