Parenting

I stared at her and she held out her arms for me. Me. The scary monster. She wanted me. The same person who frightened her, she was seeking comfort from.

"The other day, I heard you crying in the bathroom. That was the day that you just couldn’t take it anymore."

If that sounds dramatic, it just might be. Or perhaps it’s not. And that’s the dang conundrum that’s got us parents so perplexed about the true ‘right’ thing to do.

I see you outside when our kids are playing. I see you at the pool in the summer. I see you at the bus stop all school year-long. But sadly, I don’t know you as well as I’d like. Nevertheless, I know you’ve got a problem with porn. Why? Because it takes one to know one…

"‘Please find someone else,' I begged my fiancé. I just can’t do it. I’m done. My body always fails our babies. Something is wrong with me and I just can’t do it, I’m sorry."

"We spoke and I don't think you fully understood how your children and their behavior affected me, so I am writing this.. maybe it will find its way to you and you will know who you are."

"Every word, action, and conversation is a brushstroke. And when your children prepare to leave home, they are staring at a portrait of God."

“I often worry that my words won’t come out right and someone with a stronger opinion or who can articulate clearer will make my thoughts seem irrelevant.”