hope

The hardest thing about being a mother is that you never feel as though you’ve done enough. So many nights I go to bed wondering, pondering, construing and often, I am sure, miscontruing, how I might have done better at something for or with my one of my children.

It’s particularly hard when you witness your child struggling to accomplish or overcome an obstacle.

Bullies at school, teachers who seemed to have landed from a planet where all inhabitants have forgotten what it was like, or just how difficult it is to be a child. To be sure, growing up is hard to do.