The well, infinite,
if you imagine pouring never ending love. There is a watercolor that has moved from studio to studio, around my house, buried in other papers.It is unfinished, yet is it? I keep leaving it this way, my eyes falling into the pool, and then thinking I may pull something out of the whirlpool. I hang it up and stare at it, sometimes staying on the surface, sometimes falling in it. Since becoming a parent, a blog I follow says children need two buckets filled each day, one of control and mastery, the other with attention and love. If one is not filled or out of balance, that is when "bad" behavior happens,outbursts, etc.Since the pandemic started, I have thought hard about how I viewed other children's out-of-control behavior before, that I viewed in stores, parties... now...there is so much going on, no end of infinite stimuli of not knowing the next day, or the endless schedule of sameness. I am focused more than ever on love, and not judgement. I will wade gently in that pool, and not get sucked in, or let it go dry.
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