My daughter came home unexpectedly. I have two. Daughters. One is dealing with an auto-immune illness. It's been checked for a while. Until now. She lives on the other coast but flew in because....even in this time of "hope" her insurance is only valid here. Unfortunately, she lives there. As a parent when your child is sick it just rips your heart out. Maybe I should have insisted -- even though she's a grown woman -- that she live here.I really wish I had been there the day they gave out child rearing manuals. I have to figure out how to be there for her regardless of the feelings raging inside of me. I keep reapeating, it's not about me.
Other things, I wrote about being flawed. I am. And I'm okay with it. I know what I bring to things. I know my demons. Accepting being flawed does not give me an excuse. The recognition doesn't ennable me to slide forward. Acceptance of being flawed entails acceptance of fixing the flaws. That may be the drawback. I know my flaws but am not always ready to fix them. It's a problem.
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