We’ve become entrenched in our own need to be the most right, the greatest martyr, and along the way we’ve lost our empathy.
My son doesn’t have memories of dad spitting fire and venom. He has memories of a dad taking a breath, a knee, and a moment to listen.
Here’s a secret about adulthood that kids are seldom told: At the end of the day, we’re all making it up as we go.
Forgetful? Stressed? At a loss for words. You must have little children and they are giving you a severe case of Toddler Brain.