I smelled rubber as the sedan screeched to a halt. With legs sprawled, palms stretched wide, and arms waving, my three-year-old son Matthew stood in front of the car with an expression of delight. How had he slipped his hand out of mine? I scooped my son into my arm, tightened my grip on my daughter’s hand, and approached the driver’s side of the car. I apologized profusely. Once inside the grocery store, I set my son in the cart … Continue reading →