It was one of those mornings . . .
It seems we’ve had a lot of them lately. I’ve gone from being mad mama, to hurt mama, to . . . this morning seeing the hurt in one of my boys and my heart aching for him.
He’s in a place I can’t touch. Change has always been difficult for this one. He resists it with temper tantrums and angry outbursts, leveling all hearts in his path when he’s on a rampage. When his sanity returns, we talk through what happened amid lots of cuddles.