This note that Sweetboy let fly down from the second floor after an especially difficult (and totally Devil Dog worthy) day, was So Very Hard for me to read.
It hurt. It hurt So Very Much to read that my Sweetboy, whom God created in unique and quirky and wonderful ways, was feeling this way. He’s been going through a rough patch where he questions why God made him they way He did, why he (Sweetboy) doesn’t have any hobbies like other kids his age do, and what (if anything) he’s good at (there is So Very Much that he is good at!). It’s in these very raw moments that I’m so easily tempted to rail with him. But I will not.
Why am I sharing something so private with you? I’d be willing to bet my last Devil Dog that there are more than a few of you…
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