March 29

Today I had to slow myself down and hold my tongue and instead just sit beside my daughter while she cried. I didn’t ask why, I didn’t beg her to talk to me, I didn’t try to make her feel better, I just sat with her, stroking her hair, until slowly the tears gave way to sniffles, which gave way to sighs. She never did tell me what happened, though I think I have a pretty good idea. I tried my best to bridge the distance today. At least everyone’s going to bed less angry and upset.