That my ability to forgive is stronger than I thought.
That I can have compassion toward people that I thought would never deserve it from me.
That knowing that someone loves you means something.
That good friends are a treasure.
That I need to stop holding everyone - including myself - to impossibly high standards.
That I need to let go and stop worrying about other people's problems.
That not only can I not change people, but wanting them to change won't make it happen either.
That I have the right to stop hearing about situations that people only want to complain about but refuse to change.
That I can change, that my husband can change, and that all the change is wonderful.
That my boys can take care of themselves pretty darn well.
That they still need me.