My 8-year-old came to me in tears one afternoon last week, asked for a hug, and said, “I am so confused.” Then he proceeded to sob so hard that I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I thought maybe he had been fighting with his brother – that’s the safe bet anytime there are tears. …
I just got back from a carefully orchestrated vacation with my husband and children. This was Plan C. Plan A and Plan B got nixed because of pandemic-related challenges. Life and death got in the way last summer and we didn’t get to take a vacation. It felt more important to get one in this …