“Did you hear what you just said?”
I didn’t. I had been rambling about my boys. I leaned back into the chair in my therapist’s office to think. The tree branches behind me snatched at my curls.
Yes. My therapist has a tree in her office that is constantly getting stuck in my hair.
I love it.
“That your boys are physical….”
She paused like a teacher giving the pupil a moment to catch up.
“Yes?” I said with my brow furrowed.
“And…you love it.” she said slowly.
My hands shot up to my face. I peered at her between two hands pressed against my cheeks. I repeated the answer.
“And I love it.”
I whispered those words in disbelief and then the tears came. I bowed deeply in my chair and beneath that listening tree with relief. Tears of joy spilled forward and then I wiped my face and…
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