11/29/2025
I try to be mindful of the moments that tempt my frustration.
Messes can be cleaned.
Objects can be fixed or replaced.
Nothing spilled or shattered in a home is ever as fragile as a child’s sense of self.
The words that cut us when we were young — the tones that made us shrink, the reactions that taught us to fear mistakes — those are the things that linger far longer than any broken plate.
This is where the cycle asks us to wake up.
To choose presence over impulse.
To remember that our voice becomes their inner voice.
But this isn’t about perfection — it’s about awareness.
We all lose our patience. We all say things we wish we could take back. What matters is noticing, repairing, and choosing differently the next time.
Because every softened reaction, every moment of gentleness, every chance we take to try again… is a quiet way of rewriting the story — for them, and for us.
So speak with intention.
Speak with steadiness.
Speak with love —
especially when it’s hardest to do so.
Because the spilled milk, the broken glass, the toppled chair — those things are gone in minutes.
But the way we make them feel in those moments — that stays.
Those are the moments they’ll carry with them long after the mess is gone. ❤️
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