Exhausted and impatient, I wasn’t in the best place to deal with a tiny two-year-old wrecking ball trying to demolish my son. But I realized I faced an important decision. Is this the moment I teach my son that there is a limit to compassion? Do I, in my exasperation, show him how to hold a grudge? I wondered. Or do I learn from my little baby bodhisattva that compassion is a limitless abode?
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