After much thought, it came to me. The moment I think I broke.
I don't want to talk about it yet, not to anyone. But acknowledging that moment, taking ownership of it, knowing that it's over 20 years in the past...it helps.
It helps me to move beyond it even though I didn't even realize I needed to move beyond it.
I think I was more present this weekend with my whole family than I have been in quite some time.
That's progress too.
Live is a work in progress. That's something I'm trying to remember. And past mistakes don't have to define who we are today.
That's pretty good progress, I think.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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I think most of us hit a "broken"moment in our lives at some point. It's how we rise from those oments that matter.
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