Wednesday, February 28, 2007

diggin' in

I need to be understood; whether I'm right or wrong, up or down, I want to be known. A lack of knowing and being known can cause so much pain.

It happened last night: I wanted respect from my son, but there was something going on deep in his heart. It was like throwing a match in a gas can. After an hour or so of trying to express ourselves, we came to a place - not a perfect place - of understanding. There were tears and smiles and hugs, and the sweet sensation of knowing.

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