The Bathroom Cheerleader
I was packing for a family trip back to Houston. The commencement ceremony for my Master’s degree was the next morning and I had decided to participate. I was torn between feelings of both pride at my accomplishment and dread at wearing the regalia when I heard a faint cry from my son’s bathroom. “Mommy…. Mommy, I need you.” I dropped the gown and hood and ran into his bathroom to find him sitting on the toilet looking pale.
Getting to know me
Since this is a brand new blog, I thought my first post should give you a little background on me and my family. I think the only way to really do that is to post highlights of some of our actual conversations this year: