I imagine a world where people do not shy away from ugly truths. They do not wallow in pity over life’s tragedies, but they do not paper over them and leave them to fester in their hearts.
We imagine that our celebrations should be shared and proclaimed, but our failures should be hidden and silent. We do not soar alone, neither should we suffer alone.
They acknowledge life’s heartaches and set-backs with the same openness and acceptance as they celebrate joyous moments and achievements. In this parallel universe, people recognize life’s successes are necessarily balanced by life’s setbacks.
Comfort comes in many shapes and sizes, colors and dispositions, interests and abilities.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Comfort means Mama.
Comfort helps us master life at every stage, from potty-training and tying shoelaces, to making friends and doing homework, through awkward growth spurts and leaving home. She can whip up a meal in a hurry, even if it’s take-out, and she doesn’t mind setting an extra place at the table for a friend. She knows just by looking at us when we’ve had a bad day or we’re coming down with a cold. Continue reading