Finding center
In the line over from me yesterday at the store, a toddler sans nap was obviously struggling and failing to stay beneath his mother’s stress threshold. As his pleas started to crescendo, his mother rifled back in harsh tones, “I’m not happy with you”, sending him reeling with words barely discernable through the sobs: “But I want you to be happy with me …”
The heart,
stretched too thin, must again
find its center.