Jed refused to talk to me last night but relented at bedtime. "Mom, I am angry because you didn't even ask me why I was coming to you. You just yelled at me to get back to the car."
How to explain a mother's fears to my son?
"It was wrong of me to yell. But, when I saw you walking out of the car and into the rain, I also saw you lying sick in bed last year with very high fever, gagging while you forced yourself to take those huge bitter pills. I was angry because I was afraid."
Silence. "Oh." Hug. "I forgive you."
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