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Exhausted, we all sat down for dinner at the end of a whirlwind day that had spanned two continents. Our jet-lagged group included Republican lawmakers, the chief policy voice for a major evangelical organization, and a couple of folks like me with ties to the right-leaning non-profit that had helped…
I thought perfection was the glue of secure attachment, that rewriting the story was the hallmark of redemption. But when I stopped running from the mother I didn’t want to be — when I forgave my mother for the narrative she unknowingly authored — I could finally give my son what he needed all along: my presence.