8-yo told me tonight when she finds it hard to like someone at school, she imagines them waking up and choosing their clothes, and their parents helping them get ready and hoping they have a good day, and that makes it easier to care for them.
All together, they tell the story of someone like me going through it, getting happier and loving themselves and the world more. They are such a reassuring and hopeful roadmap for someone who was rarely assured or hopeful without them.