He said he believed, and that he would say the prayer tomorrow. I stood in front of him in the dark parking lot crying, begging him to do it now. We had no idea what might happen once he got into his car and left the church and — what if he died and went…
Category: Communication
Are you the eggshell, the mine, or the foot?
Parenting teenagers is hard. Some days we’re walking on eggshells and other days we’re traversing minefields. Some days, like this weekend, we’re doing both. Did I ever tell you about the time I nearly stepped on a landmine in Bosnia?
