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Dear friends,

I recently found a photo of myself as a kid.  I’m struck by this child, her smile, her innocence, her confidence that everything is going to turn out right.

At first I thought, well, she’s gone.  Then: no, she exists.  She is me.  And I have a responsibility to her, forever.

My job is to take care of her.  Sometimes she will need comfort, and sometimes she will need discipline.  I must challenge her to grow, without pushing so hard that I frustrate her.  And I should never be harsh.  She should be able to trust me.

I won’t always get it right, but I’ll do my best to take care of her today.