Lily was pissed. I had declined to give her something she really wanted. Really. Wanted. (What was it that was so important? I don’t remember.)
She yelled. She kicked. She yelled some more. When she started experimenting with hitting things, I wondered aloud if banging her cup against the tub helped her feel better.
“Noooo!” she wailed. “I’m never going to feel better!”
Sometimes it’s all we can do to get through this gloomy minute. And then the next. And then the next.
And sometimes we just need to bash a cup against the side of the tub until it turns into a song.
I'm interested in what keeps us engaged in our work, the world, and each other.