“Yeah, you’re stressed and now you’re stressing me out and everyone else!” Said my 8 year old boy. When did my 2nd grader become a conniving wee therapist who could deftly wield a shovel to simultaneously unearth my mood and bury my parental authority alive? …
I really thought grace and I were getting along just fine. But it turns out, grace makes me nervous sometimes. She is just so wild and doesn’t expect anything in return and I don’t do well with that. I’d really like to earn my grace, …
I stifled my suffocating emotions as I cuddled the boy I’d reduced to frightened tears only moments before. It didn’t matter that he had pushed all my buttons. It didn’t matter that he’d angrily pulled the dresser drawers onto his bed and had plastered the floor with …