acceptance
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Pretty intense week. I hurt Mom’s feelings twice in one day. Heck, in one hour! It felt awful, yet it was probably worse for her. We hung in there together until the next moment came. Having a little work done in the house threw her… and me. But we got through it. When I asked…
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And so it goes. More patience with Mom. Being willing to ask for help and share the burden of my heart with those few who know what I am learning: there is nothing to be fixed, managed or controlled here. Turning my mind’s focus in amazement at what she still can do, and not on…
Faith & Roses 