the eye of the needle

When my girls were little, I revelled in how they were alike and how they were so different.

When I would take them for shots, one shook with a fear that was deep and phobic while the other loved to watch the needle going into her arm.

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the crowded bus

My youngest came home late last night from her last rehearsal before her big play opening  today with a full and overwhelmed head

This is the way it always is around here in the 11th hour of anything. We need a little cry just before anything big.

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I think I can

You might think this is over simplistic, but sometimes when I have a tough time with something, I turn to my little artists for help.

I will ask a broad, open ended question like

When something feels hard, how do you overcome it?

How do you face your fears?

What do you say to yourself when you are on that tightrope ?

Their answers never fail me and always serve me well.

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