This is what I do, don't try to understand how I do it; I don't really know either

Scars to Bridges

My Daughter (MD) : mom, what is that?

Me: this?

MD: yeah that

Me: Thats a scar

MD: from what?

Me: when I was a kid I rode my bike through gravel and it went out on me

MD: and you STILL have it!!!!!

Me: yes. Scars stay forever

MD: so my thorn scratches will stay forever?

Me: no, it has to be a really deep wound. They just become a part of you.

You don’t remember everything in your life. Scratches and bruises fade, but scars stay. They are part of my story. I’m not ashamed, I’m not embarrassed, I’m not hesitant to tell you my story. Meet me by the fire and let’s share stories because I know you have scars too. Scars are what we have in common and they build bridges if you let them.

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