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‘Okay mom, I’m sorry I am bad.‘ I laid with my son before bed. I looked in his eyes, and noticed tears started down his cheek. This was a look of defeat.’: Mom doesn’t want being ‘bad’ to identify son ever again

“It is a scary notion that no matter how much we want our kids to do well, they may not. We can set them up for success, but sometimes they will still fail. We can work with them and lead them and guide them, but in the end, they are going to do what they want.”

What I Want My Child To Know After They F*ck Up

“In anticipation of an occurrence that I wholeheartedly hope never happens, but undoubtedly know will, I have preemptively drafted myself a script that I will hopefully remember in the coming years…”

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