Every time we take a step forward, Mallory laces up her running shoes and sprints a mile back. Of course, I’ll always chase her. Not doing so isn’t an option, and it never will be, but God, do I wish she’d stay still for once, that she’d stand in the discomfort of her fear and let me hold her hand as she finds her way out.
Ugh yes!!!! This is all we be wanting fr
