The moment when you realize that maybe, you said one thing right. And it came back. And helped.
A conversation between me and my 17-year-old daughter, Hannah:
Me: I 'm debilitatingly* over-whelmed. (*not a word, but just so perfect)
My 17-year-old daughter, Hannah: Why?
Me: Four regular jobs, two acting jobs with insane amounts of memorization, two summer camp performances to: direct, choreograph and show up for, recital that I have to dance in, piano/voice recital that I have to play the piano in and pray any of the kids show up and make a good showing. You. I should be there/here for you. Oh, and Dad and Talia probably need something that I'm not remembering. And occasionally, I think it's only right that I do the dishes/laundry/sweep the floor/feed you and the dog and the cat, especially the dog and the cat because I really don't know how they are still alive with only you and Talia looking after them.
My, now 17-year-old daughter, Hannah: Do what you always tell me...just take one thing at a time.
Me: I say that to you? That's really good advice!
My, now 17-year-old daughter, Hannah: Yes, it is.
Well, there you go.
I took the advice.
One good thing I said came back to be the one good thing I needed to hear.