My son called me the other day agitated about something.
I was glad it was over FaceTime. I could see him as he paced around his room, as he waved his hands, as he put his head down or closed his eyes. We live 300 miles away from each other.
I was glad for FaceTime
By Tracy Bleier
I felt my urge to want to fix things, to reassure him, to make his pain go away. There would have been a time when I went beyond the urge—When I stopped everything to rescue him from a hurt; dropped off the homework he forgot so he could avoid the consequences, and later it was protecting him from other potential tribulations.