How We Break the Cycle—One Apology at a Time.
Colorful, messy, and in my face. My child’s job is to be a child, not a parent.
3 min readNov 30, 2021
The car door slams; the side door chimes; my son rushes past. Toys, cartoons, snacks—his destination is pleasure, the specifics unknown.
“Wash your hands!” I shout in my ugly, mom voice that’s prepped for impending disaster…