Crying: Just Let it Out
My daughter, sitting in the cramped airplane seat next to me, sobbed uncontrollably. Even though these tears were triggered by disappointment (she desperately wanted that window seat so she could see London as we flew in), they were really from travel exhaustion. And from coming down with a cold. My son didn’t want to go to his week-long boy scout camp; staying home to play video games seemed a lot more fun. At least that’s what I thought his protests were telling his dad and me. When we arrived to drop him off at the rendezvous point, the floodgates…
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