6 Mar

Perspective is a funny thing. My daughter crashed her bike last week, knocked her teeth out and went to hospital for stitches. Yesterday, she slightly scratched her hand. Two weeks ago she would have cried, wanted a plaster, cuddles, the works! But not now. She looked at me as though to say ‘o well’ and carried on with what she was doing.

I guess when you’ve been through the wars the little things that seemed like big things are no longer big anymore. Perspective.


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