My daughter had a rough day. Maybe it wasn’t even that the whole day was bad. But when she tossed her backpack in the minivan at the end of the afternoon and slipped into her seat, she started venting. This was frustrating. That was annoying. This wasn’t fair. That wasted her time. This was hard. […]

via Looking beyond the bad day — Heather C. King – Room to Breathe

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