Perfection is a harsh task master. It is unyeilding, unkind, unforgiving, the exact oposite of the only person to have led a perfect life. Kinda ironic when you think about
it. Hearts will mend, daughters will forgive. Now it is time for mom to forgive herself. Good luck and hope find some peace.
We can respond to irritation with a smile instead of scowl, or by giving warm praise instead of icy indifference. By our being understanding instead of abrupt, others, in turn, may decide to hold on a little longer rather than to give way. Love, patience, and meekness can be just as contagious as rudeness and crudeness.