I do it for the world and I do it for them. Messing these kids up just isn’t an option.
Everything I do now is so that one day, he can do it on his own.
What hurt the most was that I had accepted them.
We have a lot less of these interactions as time goes on, but they still happen.
It’s a path I never expected to travel, but am glad I had the courage to walk it.
I’m not letting him sludge his way through life. My boy looks good. I make sure of it.
The purée literally jumped four feet in the air and came splashing down on his head.
The best way I can describe days like this is that my hair hurts.
Frustrated and pleading, “Come on. You like Jeff Wiggle. Right? It’s a Jeff doll. Yay?” Nada.
All I want to do is spoil him, but I have to do what’s best for him.