I was in a mood and I yelled at my Mom and told her she didn't have this, so she doesn't get it or understand. She looked at me and said, with a catch in her voice, that I was her child and that means she has it and gets it.
Moms and Dads and whoever is your main caregiver, they get it. They live it right along with you, whether we get that or not. Whether we care to admit that or not. They are in the trenches, as my Mom says, right along with us. How many hits do they take to protect us? What do they deal with to shield us? Maybe it's us who don't get it?
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