Last week, Mom and Richard took the kids out for the afternoon. I cleaned the kitchen and then sat down to watch Sophie's Choice. I hadn't seen it before, and while I knew the gist of the movie, actually watching it? It was....powerful. Heartbreaking. Terribly, terribly sad. Meryl Streep was amazing.
How could anyone survive making a choice like that? Worse, how many people had to? I can't bear to think about it.
It certainly put things in a clearer perspective.
I also started thinking about choices. We make so many of them every day...what to wear, where to go, what to eat, what we say, how we act and react...
I want the kids to grow up with the ability to make good choices. One of the hardest things about letting the kids make their own choices is respecting their right to make choices I wouldn't. And then I think about how imperfect I am, and how I learned way more from my mistakes than I ever did by blindly following someone elses choice direction (even when they were right).
Why is this so hard to do as a parent? Or maybe it's just hard for me...
But I am so utterly, humbly grateful that I live in America where I have the freedom to make choices (and mistakes), and that I will never have to face a choice like Sophie did.