It’s easy to play the victim when people see you as one.
I reminded her that her brother loved her and would never hurt her on purpose.
It’s not about his appreciation. It’s about mine.
The second I say, “My kid isn’t a runner,” is the second he runs into the Atlantic Ocean.
My boy understands ways to get his way.
Speaking doesn’t guarantee greatness. Great parenting does.
I don’t have a choice. I must, so I just do.
He’s made me a better person, which is the exact person he deserves.
Today, he’s the perfect version of himself that he can be.
Kids don’t need words. They just need love.