>For a child, pain is a fleeting emotion. Sadness comes and goes almost instantaneously, as long as there is a kiss, the promise of ice cream or, in my daughter’s case, a song. If only we adults could let go of despair and hurt feelings so easily.



The pouty lip making an appearance.

So, Momma starts to sing…maybe a little Sugarland, or a showtune.



And she sings along…”It’s alright. It’s alright. It’s alright. It’ll be alright again.”