This One Thing Can Improve a Life
Or Tragically Hold It Back
I found my son staying up well past his bedtime, a book hidden under his covers. With a stern voice, I reminded him that it was a school night.
“Can I finish this chapter? Pleeeeease?” he begged.
I pretended to deliberate. “Well . . . okay. But turn your light out right after that.” I closed his door.
And did a silent jig right there in the hallway.
My excitement wasn’t from knowing that my son was enjoying an adventure between…