My kid needs me. I owe him.
My kid needs me. I owe him.
I’ll always be proud of him, even if this phase doesn’t last.
I’m never surprised. I’m never let down.
How terrible must that be for him?
I endured the rest of the class in stunned silence and never came back.
Ten years later, we’re not doomed at all. In fact, we’re great.
There are no lined-up shoes, objects spun on the floor, or persistent questions.
Never fear learning who your child is.
Am I doing it for him and his needs or am I doing it for me and my wants?
All I needed to do was be there for him.
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