my daughter. my mentor.

Tuesday, I wrote about the motivation behind my practice of seeking out ideas and perspective from others instead of making decisions based on my own limited perspective:

“I will NOT be blind to the possible damage I can do by neglecting to pay attention and to act intentionally when I come face to face with those daily opportunities.”

Yesterday, my mentor was a nine year old little girl:

“Mom, I need more hugs and snuggles from you.”

and

“…you think I’m strong enough to handle my hurts all by myself, but I’m not.”

It seems I’ve been neglecting to pay attention. My daughter is my teacher.

What lessons have your children taught you?

“Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift? The fruit of the womb his generous legacy?
Psalm 127:3 (The Message)

Leave a Reply