Lightness of heart
My parents came over for dinner last week and I made them a few things. Dad texted me today to remark on my good cooking and asked me how I learned it all. It's embarrassing to say this, but it was pretty affirming. I'm tempted to say "too little, too late," with him.
But I'd rather give him the benefit of the doubt. He'll never be the father I wanted when I was young, but it seems to me like he's trying, little by little now. He probably doesn't know how to talk to me. I was probably hard to parent too. I don't put much of this on myself, but my heart is softening and I'm forgiving him. It's better to have a light heart, than a heavy one. In Arabic we'd say it's better to have "light blood," than "heavy blood."






