It’s the turn of a year, and I’m sad and I’m glad. Sad for our planet. Sad for the ways we harm and another. Sad for the fact that it seems so much work to get things done right: enough hospitals, enough transport, enough food. Enough peace.
And I’m glad…
A mother came to a talk that I ran earlier this year on “Helping Children With Their Fears”. Later, she told me this story:
“My son, who is 9, is a good singer, had gone through an audition process and been selected to sing a solo part in a choral concert at the Opera House. He was extremely anxious about this. He is really smart, but tends to be very sensitive. Before the concert, he developed a tic in his eye and was having bad dreams at night, waking up screaming.