Amy Capelli takes a leap and releases her motherly grip on a precocious child, only to find that the landing is soft, comforting even.
Mom watches daughter struggle to maintain identity as she grows into a teenager.
In that moment, my love for her which has been tried and tested is like a Niagara flowing powerfully, freely.
Mom learns the truth behind why her 13-year-old son is battling with depression.
I knew when I brought my children into the world that I could not place them in a mold and expect them to stay put. I knew I had to be open to their perspective, their interests, their sense of self.
There was the year when the Spoiler—sandwiched between my boys on a ride home from school—whispered in first born son’s ear, ‘I have a secret only grown ups know.’