“The things I do for my kids,” I thought with a half-eaten Big Mac in one gloved hand and piece of wilted lettuce in the other. “But this tops them all.” I stood on a stool leaning into a food court’s garbage bin. I wasn’t happy…
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Of course, we desperately want them to be happy. It’s an ache in our soul when they aren’t. But sometimes procuring our children’s contentment is a shortsighted route to making us as parents happy.
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