Now that I’ve actually experienced it, I’m much less judgmental of other parents who seem incapable of giving their children space.
The guilt held my grieving heart hostage—refusing to let me breathe, refusing to let me heal.
Those were fighting words. And, honey, I wasn’t going to back down.
The terrible twos are a basket of kittens compared to what mums face once their offspring become threenagers.
I would never hit another adult to solve a conflict in my life, so why would I hit my child?
There will come a time when my house will be spotless again, but that day is not today.