Today it was my heart's desire to wrap my kids in emotional armor to protect them from the jabs, insults, & pain childhood inevitably encounters.
I can't. I can't stop wounded feelings, hot streaming tears, or crushed spirits. I can stir up brave smiles, mature reasoning and thick skin, but that is all. I can only support. The battle is theirs, as it was once each of ours.
Hang on, lovies. You'll make it.
and if you need us to we will kick some butt