Image via WikipediaTonight, my nine year old took my tense jaw capped by a furrowed brow in his chubby little hands and looked me in the eyes.
"Momma. You can do anything you set your mind to. I believe you can finish this book. Know that you can do this, Momma. I know you can. Now go write."
Oh, my baby you are so wise to be only nine.
You believe what I tell you.
Now is my moment to decide if I believe what I tell you.
Thank heaven for the children who remind us who we are.
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