"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."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
"Boys need their moms—I am convinced of it. Even teenaged boys, boys who are nearly men... There is still that fear that a boy necessarily ought to be closer to his father than his mother."
"Boys need their moms — I am convinced of it. Even teen boys, boys who are nearly men. And yet even in Christian circles, there is little attention given to the relationship of boys and their mothers, at least once they pass the toddler stage."
