Usually when Bill is out of town for a length of time, I get short on sleep, patience and positive discipline techniques. So this week, I've had occasion to reflect on the edges of rage in parenting.
Today, Christina Springer, a poet and homeschooling mom that I admire posted this poem and it soothed my mommy soul.
a moment
i hope
the rage
turns into a cherry blossom, so
I can brew
wine from sunset ripened fruit.
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