I used to look at my kids

 I used to look at my kids and wonder why they aren’t as grown up as I was at their age. Why they seem so carefree and light. Why they don’t worry the way I did. Then it hit me. That’s exactly what I wanted for them.

They don’t have to carry the same heavy stuff I did. They don’t have to tiptoe around moods or grow up too fast. They get to laugh until their bellies hurt. They get to run through sprinklers at night with soaked hair and glowing smiles. They get to fall asleep feeling safe.

And that’s when I realize I did it. I broke the cycle. I gave them what I never had. A real chance to just be kids. That’s the kind of healing that matters most. Watching them live a childhood I used to only dream about.

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