then rec started and the whining resumed.
they were still beautiful,
this week i started leading my first parent group and it was a big group - 16 parents in all. their backgrounds were remarkably different, their goals were different, their perspectives were different. some parents had elected to be there; some had been ordered by child welfare to be there. in those two hours of group, however, they were vulnerable and scared and optimistic and looking for things to change. it was a sacred time of being able to see their genuine selves.
i wondered if they knew how beautiful they were.