I was driving in one direction, and T was heading the other way. We were both on the same two-lane road, so it was inevitable that we would eventually see each other in passing. We were talking on the phone at the time. I waved as he passed by. He lifted his hand in return. As his image faded into my rearview mirror, we continued talking. T said, “I hate to admit this, but I am tired of being a parent.” Ah….I knew how he was feeling. I was feeling tired at that moment, too. T quickly admitted that he felt terrible for even saying such a thing, and I told him that it was OK. I said, “It’s OK to feel tired, because I know that you will never stop caring about them and being a good parent.” Continue Reading »