Trust in A Childhood Lost

My son is asleep still and the house is quiet. The neighbor is mowing and the the dryer is going- a load of diapers. My life is rhythmical and serene. I flow with the seasons; my will is gracefully fluttering from spring preparations to enjoying the warmth of May. Although the hot humid air is not my favorite, I look forward to ice cream, lemonade, homemade kombucha and more…
My life is truly blessed and full of wealth. My son reminds me of that. Although I find many things about parenting a challenge… the challenges are a joy and they yield beautiful experiences. Whoever said growth comes only out of suffering is a liar, and must hate progress. I cannot think of a more destructive thing, really. I used to suffer terribly. I suffered most when I trusted my parents. I trusted that my suffering was good for me.
But it never was.
That was only a sadist’s justification.