Denial, your friend. Beautiful lies, like the petals of a white rose shielding you from its thorns.
But left untamed, your enemy. Not seeing or learning, causing ongoing pain.
Then when you’re spent and people come to say their goodbyes they may say many things that are kind.
But they’re unlikely to say you were wise as wise people seek truth.
And if you were able to look down and back at your life you might feel regret.
Even for a moment see if you can lift your head above the struggles of your life and look closely at your children. Keep looking, don’t look away.
Now see if you can look beyond the carefree veil of childhood and as you look, know that one day they may judge you harshly