A story about karma:
I lost my purse today.
cash, credit cards, driving licence, gym membership, etc, etc
I though it was gone for good. I phoned the bank and cancelled my credit cards.
I phoned and reported my driving licence lost and paid for a replacement.
I sat in my car and felt like s**t.
A few months ago I found a wallet in a concert hall, underneath a seat as I was a leaving a concert. I handed it in of course and the owner was traced.
I drove home today, after spending a stressful hour searching and feeling tearful, and my phone rang. A coffee shop about 10 miles from my home. My purse had been handed in. Everything still in it, even the cash.
I'm not sure why I'm posting this, except that it has renewed my faith in human nature and made me trust in karma.
What goes around comes around.
We're sad and struggling with our children.
We do what we think is right.
We help each other with our experiences and support and advice.
We wait and hope for the wheel to turn.
Difficult Child's mom. Again. Always.
Yes.
(sorry, no book suggestions in this post!)