In life you are either a passenger or a pilot… it is your choice.
Sometimes I think we’re alone. Sometimes I think we’re not. In either case, the thought is staggering.
God knows that a mother needs fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul. But because I happen to be a parent of almost fiercely maternal nature, I praise casualness . It seems to me the rarest of virtues. It is useful enough when children are small. It is important to the point of necessity when they are adolescents.