For a child, pain is a fleeting emotion. Sadness comes and goes almost instantaneously, as long as there is a kiss, the promise of ice cream or, in my daughter's case, a song. If only we adults could let go of despair and hurt feelings so easily.
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The pouty lip making an appearance. |
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So, Momma starts to sing...maybe a little Sugarland, or a showtune. |
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And she sings along..."It's alright. It's alright. It's alright. It'll be alright again." |
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