day thirteen. the thinker.
Little J is my thinker.
With a worldview that tends toward the black and white.
And as much as I would like to believe that he is just like me, that the apple doesn't fall far from the proverbial tree, in this respect, we differ a bit.
But when we disagree, when the possibility looms that the differences between us could begin to create a wedge, that is when I do what I must do, as his mother, and... step back.
Take a deep breath, and listen. Validate, and respect.
And simply assure him that no matter what he says, no matter how it hurts, no matter how we may disagree, no matter what - that I love him, that I am ever grateful for him, that his place, in my heart, is safe.
And maybe, in the end, that is all he really needs to know.
xoxo,
momo

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