Strong Enough

Sometimes tears can't be contained. I'm not one to stop them if they need to fall. But through the struggle of our transition as a family, I've tried really hard to hold it together for my kids. My well of tears is a little deeper and harder to reach these days. The other day, it rained and my well overflowed out my tear ducts. Asher came out of his room to check on me in the puddle at the kitchen table. I gave him a hug saying, "I'm strong enough to be weak. You don't need to be strong for me. Thank you for caring. Letting my emotion happen gives you permission to let yours happen. And you're strong enough to be weak, too."

Thank you, my dear friend YP, for reminding me to let my kids know I'm strong enough to be weak, and so are they.