My 10 year old son just offered me more healing than 15 years of therapy.
I was talking with him about healing and generational cycles of trauma, and this is what he said:
“Mama, it's like dominoes, you know? They just keep hitting eachother until one gets slightly out of line. The rest stay standing cause of one small move.
You moved out of line, Mama.”
You guys, there's hope for this world.