Bold mothers grow brave kids. Clinically trained, culturally fluent conversations with a mom that gets it. A weekly note from Karla — pharmacist, mother of three. Free for now.
He was in second grade the first time I understood
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Hi Reader, My son was in second grade the first time I understood this could not wait. Not high school. Not even middle school. Second grade. Small enough that his backpack still knocked against the backs of his knees. Old enough, apparently, for a grown-up to pull him aside and ask him to explain himself with no parent in the room. That was the day it stopped being a someday conversation. Here is what I have learned since. Protection does not wait until they are old enough to understand it. It starts in preschool, not the principal's office. And the older ones, the ones who tower over you and roll their eyes and swear they have it handled, they are still children. Worthy of your protection every single year of their childhood. This is the one that ties it all together. I wrote the whole thing down, and it is on the blog today.
Give it a read before the week gets loud. Then hit reply and tell me how old yours were when you first knew it could not wait. |
Truly Yours
Bold mothers grow brave kids. Clinically trained, culturally fluent conversations with a mom that gets it. A weekly note from Karla — pharmacist, mother of three. Free for now.
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