I realize how often I've held onto pains that other people inflicted on me for days, weeks, even years. It was partly because I did not know any other way, and partly because I felt justified in my anger. But it was also because forgiveness does not always come as easily as it did in this one instance.
I find gratitude for the children I can hear playing in the adjoining room, with my husband this morning as I work. And I secret away for later, when I need another reminder (because I will), that by being true to my feelings and fears and joys, that I'm giving my daughters permission to do these same things within their lives.