He Didn’t Want to Take The Pills…So I Lied
My son didn’t want to take the pills, but despite my reservations, I lied and told him they were safe. And because I am his mom, he believed me.
My son didn’t want to take the pills, but despite my reservations, I lied and told him they were safe. And because I am his mom, he believed me.
My son wouldn’t meet my eyes but I could see the tears in his, “It doesn’t matter,” he said. But I heard him, it did matter.
Gratitude is not a lesson to be learned like English or Math. It’s not something I can MAKE my kids understand. It is not something I can shame my kids into either. I have to model it. I have to model HOW to be grateful to them.
“I’m scared. Scared I’ve ruined my life and I’ll never be happy again,” I cried, wishing I wasn’t alone. Wanting someone there to help me, to pick up my baby and hold his anguish for a little while. To let me stand outside, away from the cries, away from his need of me, away from my shame. I wanted to hear that this would pass, there was help, a break.
I sat in a monster’s lap one summer and I drank from his glass. It was filled with the most delicious vanilla milkshake I’d ever had.
There are times when I feel like this world has created a million tiny islands.
So going into 2018, I’m feeling happier and more at peace than ever. Because I know the truth. I know I will continue to fail—and try again.
I just saw an article online that Patton Oswalt has found love again and is
I often remind myself of the wise African proverb, “It takes a village to raise
After last year’s Thanksgiving, I am confident my boys have learned valuable lessons about respect, being thankful, and potential e-coli contamination.