I hope I have the courage to tell my children some of my most embarrassing stories.
Some are stories I’ve shared with no one, not my closest friends and not even my husband.
I hope I can tell them about the pain other people can cause, about the scars words you hear or say can leave, and about the feelings we all have – whether we’re on the basketball team, the chess team or on no team at all.
If I can’t bear to disclose the embarrassing details, I hope I can figure out an anonymous spin that’s equally or more effective than the raw truth.
I hope my failed childhood friendships and embarrassing incidents can do more than haunt me. I hope they can save my kids from feeling unnecessary pain – or worse, causing that pain in others.