THREE school-girls pass this way each day:
Two of them go in the fluttery way
Of girls, with all that girlhood buys;
But one goes with a dream in her eyes . . . (from a poem by Hazel Hall)
Lately, I worry about nurturing the dreams in my little girls. I seem so naturally harsh and distant. I don’t want to be, but it’s like swimming against the current to change.
I was hoping someone would comment on this, encourage you a little. Not having kids myself, I can't offer much. I imagine your consciousness of the problem puts you ahead of the game, though.
Thanks, Lars. I know I have changed to some degree, but complete transformation appears to be a slow process. They say I didn't get here overnight so I can't change overnight either. Still . . . still . . .