Have you ever re-visited something in your mind, over and over again, hoping to rehearse an upcoming conversation, or maybe correct one? I find that happens to me as I sometimes put my foot in my mouth when I speak with one of my kids. I find myself bumbling through a conversation and when I hang up I wonder, “Why did I say that?” I blame it on the awkwardness of talking on a cell phone, the distance in miles that limits a heartfelt conversation, or just my inability to remember I was once their age. Thankfully, my sister helped me put things in perspective. I’m not their mother anymore…in a sense. I’m not here to give advice, unless they ask. I’m here to be a companion in their journey. To hold on very loosely so they can experience their lives, just like I had to. I don’t think my parents had much insight into what I was experiencing when I was 25 or 30. They were living their lives. And so am I, but I w...
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