Liv deeply sighs, “She’s gonna lose it.”
I thought the same thing last night, with Dad. Trust me, there have been plenty of borderline moments when it was warranted, but if ever he had a reason to lose his mind at me, the ruckus at the rodeo was definitely it. But he held it together. He didn’t even rip me the new one I thought he would. He was mad, of course. Wouldn’t you be? But he was also understanding, and forgiving, and loving. He was a parent. And even when we really, really screw up … that’s who they are. And I guess that’s why we get so scared when we do something wrong. Not because they won’t love us … but because they’ll love us in spite of us. And the enormity of that idea, that anybody could love us that much, is pretty huge.
“She’s not gonna lose it.” As soon as I say the w
