This morning mom asked me “did you deal with the people that upset you?”
Behind it was support, not judgement.
She didn’t ask if I’d straightened out the mess I’d made. She didn’t give an exhausted sigh or imply her disappointment in me.
She marked my feelings that day. Mom was upset by my hurt. Wow.
In that small question, I was given permission to feel my pain and my anger. She’s never done that before.
So, I called, to deal with the people that upset me. Statues crumbled for me, because I had the courage to face them.
It was a good day.