"I feel sick," she answers and the greenish tint of her lovely cheeks proves it. She frowns at me as if I have been trying to trick her with all this affirmation talk I've been dragging around for years. "I don't know the future."
I smile at her, at her strong rational and the strength of her character. At her unwillingness to go through the motions unless she believes them. At how much I have grown by her and her sister's presence in my life. I feel lucky by how often I have found myself a student, redefining my role as parent at every step of the way. She has a point, which reminds me of the many times I have let my own fears stop me from truly benefiting from the power of affirmations.
"It's not about knowing the future," I tell her. "It's about inviting what you want to happen into your life. To believe that it can happen and to find the small places where it is already happening."
She points from her throat to her stomach. "This whole area is still sick," she says. "The rest feels a little better."
I kiss her forehead. "Good."