I remember when my imaginations about life as an adult pulsed with the promise of choices. I never believed that there would be doubt. I didn’t know about joy’s undertow of regret and guilt. I also didn’t realize that the difficulty of some decisions would bring unexpected rewards.
My younger self doesn’t need to know things and this isn’t something that I need t condition the girls to know. The awakenings and compromises that come with being an adult aren’t to be feared or warned of, they are an exquisite privilege of living.
I wrote about conflict and peace this morning. You can read it over here.