Tips and Tales from an Introverted Mom
The little boy looks to be about 5. Cute. Flushed pink cheeks from running around at soccer practice. He almost looks like one of the Campbell’s Soup kids. But then you hear him speak to his mom. “I hate you.” You cringe and think I’d never let my child say that. But the mom doesn’t react, other than to quietly tell the boy it’s time
We wanted answers. We wanted answers so that we could get help. After years of being told that we had to wait for the lead to leave our middle son’s system before any other diagnosis could be given besides “lead poisoning,” I had finally had enough: we couldn’t continue to play a waiting game with our son. Instead, we needed to know if there was
