forgiveness needed; weakness=strength=weakness=strength

We sometimes think that just because we have lived longer we know better than our children. Tonight, I observed the falseness of this assumption. My daughter had to cry long enough for me to see, that her way was healthier. I need to be learning from her. From me she can learn how not to be. What a humbling experience. I am grateful I got to see this. (However ashamed, when thinking how long it took me to realize it.)

Every incident is in fact a great revelation for both of us. An opportunity to see and understand as the conflict ‘blooms’. I presented things as black and white in the beginning, but in a rich situation problematic streams come to the surface from all sides. Actually, it is one inseparable happening.

Here is what we did. One hour after the conflict, when she was calm, I drew for her on three pieces of paper all my arguments and invited her to listen and object. She just cried. At the end I realized that my arguments were much lighter than her conviction to listen to her heart. I asked her to wake me sooner next time, and she said she would.

The cold meant crisp skies and beautiful pink clouds. (Which you don't see much of in this picture, but...)

 A tea bag is light. But six are surprisingly heavy.

 Objects for drawing.

These two teach me how to be here. They are warm, alive and often funny.