A few days ago, I wrote about rushing my son out the door on our way to school, and how I inadvertently caused him tremendous stress, thinking we were going to be late. Well, today I got a whole new understanding of what my repeated use of the words “Come on,”—and the anxiety they create—could …
Category Archives: A Chapter for My Son
“Let’s Go!”
Today I found myself speed-walking to the car, my six-year-old son trailing behind me, saying to him over and over again, “Come on, come on, come on. We’re late.” I obeyed all speed limits, did not run any red lights, but by the time we got to my son’s school, he was a mess. He …
a Book for My Daughter 