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It’s not that each of us aren’t going to get things wrong — it’s what each of us do with it afterward.  Honestly — somedays, I want to go back.  I want to go back to when our 7 kids were little enough and I could stroke their flushed cheeks at the end of the day, till they fell asleep here under our roof; I want to go back to when they’d tumble out of their mess of sheets and tangled quilts with wild bedheads every morning, and come padding barefoot in their worn pajamas into the kitchen, and I’d scoop them up and they’d nestle their drowsy warmth into my neck, and I’d rock them and we’d be at home in each other’s arms.  I want to go back and restore the broken parts of our family’s story…. go back and change some of my lines in the story with our children – say the right thing at the right time, not say the wrong thing at the worst time — so maybe there would be an even different story, a better story, for each of them. What mother doesn’t really want that most? Because there are nights I […]