Imagine, if you will, your life devoid of its past trials and tribulations.

Ah, that feels nice, doesn’t it?

Who would you be?

I don’t like that version of me.

So much of our capacity for compassion and empathy comes from our own suffering.

Humility is also learned this way.

Tenacity. Generosity. Ingenuity. The list goes on.

I struggle with working to insulate my children from everything painful. I want to hand them the keys to everything I never had.

BUT, if I do that, what monsters do I end up unleashing on the world?

So I watch and wait. I pray that they experience the majority of their pain while they are still young enough to hug and cuddle and let me dry their tears.


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