Generally, when a woman comes to the door with legal documents in her hand, you think something might be wrong. Today, she came with papers in her hand and along with her came the realization that things might be right.
Like winning a lottery.
Money flowing from hand to hand, the load of life unraveling as the evening wore on... more and more, I felt as if the load had lifted. She could see clearly the difference a few dollars could make, across the palm, across the knee, in her pocket --- she could see.
She understood.
She won the lottery.
I held back, waiting.. Watching... Wishing I could see the end of the game plan. There was an end. I knew there was.
It was there...
Near the late night hour as she walked toward the door, the realization that being a nurturing, caring person, who loved more than she could carry was okay. She agreed that caring was more important than all the lies that could be told and she nodded. Her heart was bigger when she left than when she arrived. She'd been won over, convinced, and believed.
No story left untold...
We held the night hour, keeping the home fire burning and explaining that caring, truly nurturing a child will always win over lying to the child, trying to drive wedges between people who genuinely care for each other.
Caring. Loving. Knowing. Always WIN.
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