Families often carry uncertainty quietly...

The parent waiting for test results. The teenager pretending they are fine. The partner keeping the household moving. The child who senses something is wrong even when nobody has said it out loud.

I wrote this reflection around Anzac Day, but I think the deeper idea belongs in many family conversations: resilience is often found in the ordinary acts of continuing.

Read the ramble here: The Story We Tell on Anzac Day and The One We Rarely Speak About

What is something families do every day that deserves more recognition as an act of strength?