What are they thinking . . .
When my voice reaches dangerous levels
When they try repeatedly to get what they have been told they cannot have
When they walk past the laundry basket sitting in the foyer at the base of the stairs for the fiftieth time
When the dishes are in the sink and the dishwasher is clean
When my words do not match my actions
Or
When I secretly hug them and whisper in their ear
When I choose their favorite meal
When I show grace and mercy
When I sit and read with her or him or them
When we sit together, talking, eating, playing
Just wondering.
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