One look at my son and I knew it had been a terrible day. At lunch, he’d tried to open his ketchup packet and some had squirted across the table startling a fellow kindergartener. She yelled at him drawing all eyes onto my self-conscious child. He’d turned aside so no one could see his unbidden emotions.

We’d just moved to our fourth state in four years. Our children slept on floor mattresses as we waited for our house to be finished and the rest of our belongings to arrive. My son’s distress wrenched my heart. I wanted to protect him from pain, but I couldn’t tag along to school.Continue Reading