But sometimes – more often than we’d like to admit – that love is not a feeling, but a holding-on-by-the-fingernails choice. How could it be easy to love a chaos-creating, snot-spewing bundle of snarling rage? How could you not resent the fact that your efforts are unappreciated and resisted at every turn? How could you not feel as though you are being dragged, kicking and screaming, into the claustrophobic vortex of insurmountable neediness by a three-year-old insomniac and his openly defiant five-year-old sister? Share
The Last Judgment
5 days ago
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Always keeping your eye on the future, and bearing in mind that your actions toward the child now may affect his or her attitudes toward life and people for years to come. This lifts you from the here and now chaos and puts things into perspective.
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