Sometimes adults seem to forget what it was like to be a kid, but I haven’t forgotten.
I know the tears my kids cry. I know the sobs that mean they wish someone would take them away from everything that is wrong and magically make it all right. I know the shuddery intake of breath when you are trying so hard to be brave, but what you really want is to be allowed to run away and never come back.
I remember those tears, those moments…
I remember and I so badly want to take all the bad away, to let them hide in my arms until I can magic it all better.
Except that I am an adult now…. now I know that often you can’t magic it all better no matter how hard I try, and I know that sometimes you have to face things, shuddery breath and all.
But I remember.
At least I still remember.