My daughter is this bubbly 14 year old. This past weekend she had a break down. It happens, as parents we know hormones are kicking, they are growing into themselves, kids are mean to one another. However these breakdowns bubble up from the deapths of her soul and rip at mine too.
We have come to refer to them as Austin moments. She lost her brother when she was 2. I know it seems young. Her memories couldn’t really be so strong, yet they stop me dead in my tracks some days. These days hurt. I can’t fix this pain for her, all I can do is wrap her in my arms, and sometime wrap my body around her and hold on.
