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In my adult life, I’ve stayed overnight at the hospital five times. Each one of those times I’ve come home with a baby, so hospitals don’t really scare me. They changed from places to go see my mother while she received cancer treatment to places of excitement and joy where I met each of my babies for the first time. Even when hospitals were for visiting Mom, they didn’t scare me. I was in high school and actually got along well with her.
What if all our scars and pain could be seen . . . in full view for everyone to see? All our pain we survived, right there on the surface, exposed.
Sometimes I really wish this the case. The games we play to hide the things that could only move us closer to one another, relate to one another, respect one another or understand each other a lot better. Immediately.
The title of my blog is “what is strong?” And I’m going to start by going back.