"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."
"We didn’t know the answers, but one thing we did know: we were no longer the parents we used to be and as all of our children struggled, we no longer felt like 'good parents' at all."
“Why are you crying?” I asked in frustration. “Because I just wanted a little help?!” It was one of those Mommy Moments where I felt like I should be the one crying. But then she spoke through her veil of tears.
"It’s a comment that stuck out like a sore thumb while I scrolled through Instagram. As I reread the comment, I stopped in my tracks, as if I had been kicked in the gut."
