I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
I’m starting to become the lame one in our dynamic. I know it. I’m not completely there yet, but give it time.
When his face lights up, it lifts my spirits in ways I never thought possible.
It was one of the most heart-wrenching-in-a-good-way moments I have ever had in my life.
The things I do for my son aren’t done for his recognition, appreciation, or even attention. They’re done because I love him.
If you can’t be at peace, at least be a story.
What alternate universe is Sesame Street on that monsters never age or retain knowledge, yet humans do both?
Keeping his iPad away for the entire final day of Spring Break sounded crazy to everyone, including me, but it had to be done.
Fireworks don’t go off for great parental achievements. There are no major awards to be handed out.
He’s not being rude. He’s being him. If you’re patient, though, he’s fantastic.
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