Not Even That Can Disqualify You From Being Loved

Not Even That Can Disqualify You From Being Loved

My daughter comes to me with snot and tears streaked down her face and asks between wails, “Do you still love me, Mama? Even when I’m crabby?” She then bursts into more sobs as I take her small frame onto my lap and wipe the hair out of her eyes. I...
Please Stop Calling Yourself Names

Please Stop Calling Yourself Names

I have a son who calls himself names. As his mother it’s excruciating to hear. It takes my breath away to listen to how he talks to himself. Anytime he makes a mistake or a bad decision or can’t seem to get his shoelaces untied from their tangle of knots I’ll hear him...