Last week I had a big challenge.
I had to kind of send a child off for … let’s use the metaphor of an “operation” of sorts.
For days my stomach was inside out.
Until the day came.
The hour the moment came to send them into the operating room.
Today we have anesthesia. Just knock us out. We’ll deal with the pain afterward. But it doesn’t work like that for the mother sitting by in the waiting room.
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