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 …
(Ok, it's not really a book. It's a blog. Better yet, it's my words of wisdom for my children for when they are older.)
a Book for My Daughter 