The Blessing of a Meltdown

Have you ever heard of "the blessing of the skinned knee?" I thought of that tonight.
My kiddo is in bed, screaming and crying and melting down about not wanting to go to bed. But it's not Rooster. He's in there comforting his little sister, whispering encouragement that she should calm. down. As I type this, as I pause to eavesdrop, I hear her sob, "Thank you, Rooster, for helping me today." And that, my friends, is what I'm talking about.
And now, it is all quiet, save for my joyful typing sounds.
Today was not awful.