At the lowest point in my life I was given this picture of Ethan. We had dropped him
off at boarding school a month before. I had so much self-doubt and guilt that I had
left my son in a strange place, so far from home. How could I leave my son? What
kind of mother does that? This picture gave me hope for him and a hope for our
family. He is dirty, skinny and so very happy. His smile speaks a million words.
This picture is one of my most treasured possessions. It gave me the ability to
breath and to finally show myself some compassion.

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