I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"This question always make me pause. This well-meaning stranger, often a parent and just looking to swap stories, doesn’t know what they are asking. How could they?"
"I see you running your child to therapy when your friends are running their kids to Little League. I see you slipping out the of conversation when your friends are all chiming in about milestones and test grades."
"Something you adore so much, something you’d give your life for, it is the very thing that saps your energy, makes you feel like an utter failure, and it ends up making the gift of motherhood exhausting..."
"This morning at Target I witnessed a meltdown of epic proportions. Behind me at the checkout, this 3-year-old was kicking and screaming and flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water."
"My deepest hope is that through the holes of our brokenness, our hope, love and light shine through to you all the more. That our torn hearts can actually stretch bigger now, holding both you and our other baby in it."
"3 days later another 4 had appeared and then overnight another 6 had made an appearance, all looking like infected blisters, it was then I decided to contact the doctors as the previous diagnosis that had been given didn’t seem right to me, I was originally told it was Eczema. Ernie was seen later that day and was instantly rushed to hospital. 3 days into our stay we finally had a diagnosis..."
