It’s 4 a.m. and Mr. Moo is wide awake.
Word to the wise, if a GI specialist tells you to not eat soy … they mean ALL forms of soy. The P.F. Chang’s orange chicken apparently had soy in it because little guy was NOT happy with me. #MomFail
I am now rocking Mr. Moo back to sleep and catching up on this week’s episode of The Resident, Fox’s newer series that, in season two, focuses on the lives and duties of staff members at Chastain Park Memorial Hospital, while delving into the bureaucratic practices of the hospital industry.
The networks must have teamed up this week because all the medical shows — The Resident, The Good Doctor and New Amsterdam — in some way centered on the notion of telling the truth. (Can anyone tell I love medical dramas? Don’t even get me started on my love of Grey’s Anatomy. #Merder4Life)
When should you tell the truth? If the truth will hurt someone, is it better to lie? How much of your own truth do you share with someone?
I was struck by a statement one of the characters made on New Amsterdam: “Tell me something true.”
Well, the truth is it hard to be true. To tell the truth, you must be vulnerable, you must be raw, and you must be genuine.
Earlier in the week I had one of the moms I used to work with in a shelter reach out to me. I hadn’t spoken to her in a few years and since then her life had unfortunately derailed again, but she is working to make it better.
She and I talked on the phone for over an hour and it was truly all about her truth. The truth is she feels like a failure, the truth is she is struggling as a single mom, and the truth is she fights her addiction demons daily.
I told her the truth is this: She is brave. The truth is, she is a fighter. And the truth is, if she is willing to wake up every day and work to make her life better for herself and her children, there is no way she is a failure.
The truth can hurt, but it can also heal.
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