If I could go back and stifle every word I uttered that hurt you, I would. Words spoken in anger and frustration are never helpful; they only deliver pain and sorrow.

But like you, I am human, and despite my seeming authority, I often fail. Failing as a mother–not always, but enough–has left gashes on my soul I wish I could heal.

You are a man now, and my prayer is that time will fade from both our memories those times when I could not hold my tongue, those time when I acted like a child.

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Laurel lives and laughs and publishes and podcasts in Colorado's Rocky Mountains! She has published several multi-genre books and hosts the podcast "Alligator Preserves," where she interviews fascinating people, talks about the human condition, and shares scary stories from her "Dark Ebb" collection.

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