I've been blessed in my life to carry the wound of being misunderstood, and I have a son with the same wound. And there are many in our tribe! Recently, I was commiserating with my son about a friend who had disappointed him, more than once in the same weekend. His response: "Oh you know him, he is how he is." And later that day the friend came over; I heard them chatting, laughing and enthusing.
Such loving understanding! Such a gift!
