I’ve been pondering a quote lately from my favorite Dostoevsky book, The Brothers Karamazov, which reads, “we ought to treat everyone like little children, and most importantly ourselves.”
It got me thinking about the way we are with our children – how loving, patient, lighthearted and encouraging we are when we’re parenting these tiny little humans. Why can’t we be this way with everyone in our lives, especially ourselves? How incredible would the world be if we could remember to treat one another with this same level of tenderness and also extend this grace inwardly to ourselves?