I reminded her that her brother loved her and would never hurt her on purpose.
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.
Speaking doesn’t guarantee greatness. Great parenting does.
I don’t have a choice. I must, so I just do.
Today, he’s the perfect version of himself that he can be.
Kids don’t need words. They just need love.
This is the first time they are seeing him.
I went from difficult denial to overwhelming acceptance.
It’s my duty to make him feel heard, even if he never says a single word.
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