Living is a whole new adventure when you suddenly find yourself alone, widowed and the mother of four young boys a lot like their Dad.
Scars Of Parenting
This time it wasn’t me running. I could now see wanting to run from a new perspective. It was my 11 year old son now. This time, I could see the sadness that compelled him, instead of that sadness that compelled me. He decided he didn’t want to live with us anymore.
