I wonder if Stick People know that other people think of them as Stick People?Even if they do know they don’t seem to be bothered by it.
I wish I could be more like Stick People in that way.
When life gives us lemons, try responding “Wow! Free lemons! How cool is that?”And then start a lemonade business.
We are not our woundsWe are not even the story we tell ourselves and others about our wounds.
We are whatever we do to overcome our wounds. That, it seems to me, is what ultimately defines us most.
Do we parents really raise our children.
Or do they secretly really raise us?
Some days I feel like Rod Serling will step out from the next room and start explaining this entire hoax — that all along our children have patiently and lovingly been guiding us into adulthood. And as the youngest approaches age 18, facing the horrifying feeling that you are not ready for her to leave because you are not yet fully an adult.
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