I remember my Mom always telling me that when someone hurt my feelings, it hurt her so much more than it hurt me. At the time I was only a 16-year-old girl with a broken heart. I couldn't fathom what that must feel like for her. Tonight, I find myself feeling like I might be starting to understand.
Right now I'm sitting and listening to M cry himself to sleep, telling me he wishes it were fall so his Daddy would be home again. Hearing my little boy wish his summer away is breaking my heart and there is absolutely nothing I can do. I think the feeling of being so powerless is one of the worst. I wish I could tell him that I'll wave my magic wand, sprinkle some pixie dust and bring Dan home. I wish I could fast forward to the day when we meet Dan at the airport and finally get on with our lives. But I can't do any of those things, and so I'm left feeling a little helpless and a lot sad that I can't make things better for my sweet baby boy.
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