There isn’t a day I don’t wake up and physically have to decide that I am more good than I am bad.
This is not a chore; this is a gift.”
Reblogging because this is the relationship my mother and I had - still have - and it saved my life more times than I can count.
I am in my 30’s now, and I sat down at my kitchen table not 24 hours ago and cried with my mom about bad dreams, and she still teared up to see me hurting. I want to be this parent. Everyone should want to be this parent.
The Shack by William P. Young