“‘Dad, you were always there for me,’” I read. “Except when you weren’t,” I add out loud.
It’s not noteworthy that your kid is officially a middle schooler, it’s expected.
Watching "About Bruce," I recognized parts of myself and parts of my life. And the parts that I didn’t recognize were comforting because of their difference.
Of course my mother loved me, and I had to love her…right?
Being a spouse in a new family means always needing to be “on,” and not getting as much of a chance to just relax.
I said “no” more and I found myself feeling less guilty about it. I taught my children about privilege and made an extra effort to count our blessings.