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This past spring was our school talent show.  My daughter had been persistent in her desire to perform in it since last year.  I declined her request the first year because I honestly thought I could never allow her to risk experiencing the trauma of failing in front of her entire school.  Can you imagine going through the horror of having all the kids in school laughing...

Reminders arise in our mother-lives, haunting us or exciting us about a moment in history when we triumphed or failed.  I am constantly reminded of this little guy wiping his butt every. single. day.  We continue to have victories and failures over it, although he is now 8.  But just yesterday- he didn’t ask for me to ‘check’ and make sure his butt...