My usually sunny Boy Wonder has been blue of late. Oh, he eats, he plays, he sleeps and seems generally fine to the outside eye, but I have that mama sixth sense about it. He's more wistful, less inclined to laugh, and needs me more. I don’t know if he’s just worn out with school or finding life’s rules too difficult to cope with or getting sick. Maybe he’s just finally had it with that mean little girl he's had to sit next to in kindergarten all year. At any rate, we’re trying to give him some positive attention and a little extra boost these days.
Who is it that said, “A parent can only be as happy as her least happy child.”?
THAT. That is wisdom.