I just had to share this. Not even half an hour after another episode that left me wondering if my oldest son will ever learn compassion and care and tenderness, I spotted him playing babies with his sister. Gently carrying 'Baby Billy', smothering him with gentle kisses and tucking him safely into bed. I snuck a sneaky photo from down the hall.
I'll be honest, I had a bit of a teary moment. Thankful for these little glimmers of good things when it seems so easy to see the bad.