I have spent thousands of hours of my life held hostage by worry about friendships with women.
I have over-analyzed, ranted, and kept my husband awake as I rehashed...
“You don’t get it mom. Kids can be cruel.”
It’s what my 8 year old son told me from the bathtub where I was treating his head for lice. His eyes were red from all the crying...
I’m tired and she’s tired. And she’s been weeping with frustration, her face a smudge of red cheeks and snotty trails.
I go down on my knees beside her little, chubby legs....