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They drive me crazy and I want them to go to sleep and when they are asleep, an hour and a half into the quiet, I miss them. I go to their rooms like, ‘Are they alive?’ ... For me, it’s the most painful and beautiful feeling on a daily basis.
I am hard on my kids in that I want them to be respectful and kind, but I also want them to be kids and for us to have a really good time. So, I have to restrain myself because my sternness comes out of fear. I have to stop being as scared as I am.
Sometimes you’re born into a family, sometimes you need to go find it, sometimes it finds you. But no matter how it comes together, when it does, family is what you fight for, family is what you protect.
Am I the mother my son deserves? ... Am I able to keep my son safe? Did I pick up all the dog poop in the yard before the playdate? Worrying used to be very paralyzing for me, and now I can talk myself off the ledge. [My son] is the one who snapped me out of it.
It’s a scary thing to think that when your beautiful son grows up and becomes a man, someone’s not going to treat him the way that you treat him simply because of the color of his skin. It breaks my heart. It makes me full of rage. It makes me afraid.