How many times do we reach wit’s end with our kids? How often do we hit the wall? At a thousand miles an hour?

It’s a miracle we can go on sometimes, the travesty and tragedy of the moment so overwhelming…for both the kid, and the parent.

I committed a parenting sin recently. I handled one of my kids’ art pieces recklessly, and there was hell to pay; at the end of the night; passed bed time; TRAVESTY.

And so all I could do was capture the moment in this post, reminder that sometimes we get to our wit’s end, spent, beyond reason. But even then you’re not doomed.

This place was maybe where both my son and I got to that night, he on frustration, I in bewilderment at his intense, emotional reaction to the situation.

And so all we could do was struggle through the moment; all we could do is muster grit and empathy (?), to recover.

Grit and empathy, yes, two super powers. We all have them. Rely on them when you need to.

Even standing at the edge, at your wit’s end, you’re not doomed; dig deep, step back from the precipice, make it good.

GOOD.