It is equally important to remember the bumps in the road as it is to remember the perspective gained from them and so I offer a disclaimer with this story. I offer it because 2021 is still fresh and new, like a field of snow with no footprints, while this woeful tale unfolded way back in well trampled 2020.
The happy hum of voices changed and I could hear my granddaughters quibbling. Is there a sound that is sadder to the ear of a grandparent than the sound of their grandchildren quibbling? The Younger One began to cry and was soon recounting the Human Rights Violations of her older sister, not so much in that moment, but as a past pattern in her perspective. The Older One seemed determined to placate and negotiate but to no avail. The past and the present have a way of being viewed as a single force when the chips are down. Thank goodness the unkindness of yesterday is not written with indelible marker. It takes a bit of scrubbing sometimes but its worth the effort for the shine underneath.
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