I remember thinking that I couldn't wait to flip the calendar from 2011 to 2012. Foolish woman. As I look back on 2012, I realize that there will always be things I'd rather not relive, instincts that I will forever regret not following, but this isn't college. I can't replace my threadbare stuffed lion for a broken heart. The chip on my shoulder won't teach anyone a lesson. The three sets of blue eyes that I catch watching me as I stare mournfully into space are potent reminders that savoring heartache isn't a pastime that I can enjoy without explanation. Yet, even as I try to shield the girls from certain details, I am evermore aware that I have to do less protecting and more preparing. Perfect little insulated bubbles of joy, though wonderful examples of my talent for redirection and crafting opportunities for joy, will not help them as they begin turning pages on their own calendars. Keep Reading: What I Will Continue To Believe In 2013
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