She's full of so many emotions.

I know the feeling. You're filled up and overflowing and none of it is good. Your cup runneth over, only it is hot lava and it's pouring down the sides. I try to offer help. I try to offer guidance. I try to not force myself into her little ball, but all I want to do is hug her little body and keep her safe. The fact that she is upset about missed homework, that THAT is her worry today, it is so minor. She will learn from this. In fact, in a short while it won't even matter. And for that, I am so grateful. The images coming out of Gaza have been heart breaking, and I just want to cry and cry for those beautiful people, all those precious babies, and for what? Some old men. Everything is always for the old men. Fuck.