When I Don’t Know How To Help My Child

It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon when it started. My son had been outside, working on a pond project in our backyard. He came inside, clearly overheated and tired. About 30 minutes later, he began speaking really fast, in sentences that didn’t quite make sense. He kept talking, in an endless stream of consciousness, looking a little panicked – as if he knew something was wrong but couldn’t stop. He continued this mania all the way through the night and until 1PM the next day. Seriously. Without stopping. It was crazy. It was exhausting. … Continue reading When I Don’t Know How To Help My Child