"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
"Their absence is everywhere. The silence is deafening. The heartache is real. And you wonder how the heck that happened? Because 18 years is a long time, right? How could it be over already?"
We “helicopter” over our kids’ wardrobes, nutrition, sleep schedules, hygiene, science fair projects and then pride ourselves on how “hands off” we are on social issues.
"In households where only the mother went to services every week, a minuscule 2-3 percent of children grew up to do the same. In households where both father and mother attended, that number jumped to 33 percent of their children, with a further 41 percent coming to church irregularly."
I have gone through every mother’s worst fear. I feel led to write this to all you Mamas because I have a longing to look each of you in the eyes and tell you this:
