On those days when you feel engulfed, sitting in your house, that damn house that you can't keep clean or even orderly; thinking about failures of one kind or another, of marriages, of breakages, of shaky moments of self-control, those stupid words that tumble from your mouth (too often), of those things that fall out of your slippery, clumsy hands and shatter...
On those days, it might be important to watch the painted messy faces of your children, pajamaed and happy and healthy in that same mess of your home and your life.
On those days it might be important to notice that they do not notice those messes, because they are small and forgiving and full of love.
On those days, you might do well to remind yourself of those people who love you, flawed. Of those who may love you yet. Those who will thankfully refuse to fall prey to the impulse to treat you as though you are broken, because of course you are not (and have never been).
On those days, some moments of self-kindness might be useful, too.
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