Tag: real conversations
I was surprised to find myself teary-eyed. I was teary-eyed because it was just all so normal. We are emerging from the “long dark” blinking into the sunlight because all at once (it seems), it burst forth. Just like all dark times, eventually, they fade and the sun shines again.
Some trials I never have and never will be grateful for. However, I have learned I can still find ways to be grateful in the middle of despair and later, I am often grateful for lessons learned, for empathy deepened and a heart softened. Gratitude and sorrow can co-exist.
I’m Holly. I’m a strong mom some days. I’m a tired mom some days. I’m a white mom every day. But not all of my kids are white. And their lives matter.