When they scream at each other. When they whine. When they’re disrespectful. When they’re annoying. When they disobey. When they don’t listen. When I want to scream at them. When it seems pointless and I want to cry. When I do cry. When I’m at my wits end, I take an enormously deep breath and I look at this…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…and I’m ready to be their mother again.