I walk into his room, find his teddy bear, and hold onto it. I won’t tell him though. It won’t mean anything to him until he is a father himself.
You think being a “cool” mom is synonymous with being a “bad” mom. Why not get to know me first?
Some teens are going through more than typical hormonal angst. They are really, truly suffering, and they need someone to reach out.
I want to embrace the interrupted moments that do still happen. Soon enough, these girls of mine will be out of the house.
Until my kids are grown and gone (hold me), I will keep my door open to their friends.
Maybe my son’s fist in his bully’s face humbled him? I am not sure. I just know that he no longer bothers my son.