I am not a fan of religion, agreeing with Karl Marx that "religion is the opiate of the masses", and consider it to be mostly useful for control. But, I am accepting after months of tears, arguments, and downright nasty fighting that this is the path she has chosen and I am finding acceptance.
I am grateful that spring is finally showing just a wee bit around here.
I appreciate the support of my husband and love it when he does dishes.
I am happy that my daughter feels more at peace and more connected.
I appreciate myself for letting go of this situation and moving on.