When Little Boys (or Girls) Struggle With Mental Illness
We spoke of the not knowing. Not assuming too much. Not offering enough grace and I was reminded of the weight of shame pressing hard against my chest as I shuffled my feet toward the front of the line–my head dipping low as my son’s face shone cherry red....
When Your Heart Grieves for What Might Have Been
The man at the park glared at me, his expression communicating judgement. What kind of parent are you? Do something about your son’s behavior. Bending low to speak with his granddaughter face to face, he said, “You’re a good girl. You never behave like that little boy.” Tempted to shout something in my preschooler’s defense, […]