At times I think my kids thought I was the meanest mom in the world, and I guess I am okay with that. They know I love them no matter what, but they also know that I want them to be the best they can be.
As I reached the top my daughter saw my labored breathing. I told her that I felt sick and thought I was going to pass out, to which she replied “Mom you’ve just got to breathe.”
Are we sensitive enough to notice when one drop of poison might be destroying our attitude, fostering frustration, or giving way to ingratitude?It is being able to perceive the small changes and choosing how we will let it affect us.