The other day we had a little get-together for some girls in my oldest daughter's camp group. There was one girl who was a cautious spirit who stayed quiet.

Every time I'm mad at my kids, I always make sure to end our argument with these words: Mommy can be mad at you, but she always loves you.

“Are you pretty, Mommy?” My daughter asked. I thought for a second as I starred in the mirror, strands of hair sticking straight in the air, eyes tired, face pale.

My eldest daughter is strong-willed, and she can turn the smallest request into the biggest fight.

It’s impossible to be perfect because no one is, so we become plagued with mental health issues in the process.

This girl’s being taught to keep those hard emotions in. And as she grows up, she won't know how to deal with challenging emotions

I'm teaching my kids that when someone's sad, you put their needs before your own.

I’m teaching my kids to ask and then listen. Make eye contact so that their eyes are embracing their friend in a comforting hug.

Highly sensitive people are human sponges, and it's hard always being sopping wet with everyone’s EVERYTHING.

I’d rather my daughter be screaming and crying, fists pounding on the floor, than for her to get her way by acting like that.