“Make a place for me, Mommy!” my son worriedly begs as he approaches me, his face full of concern and stress. It doesn’t matter where I am sitting – whether in our plush chaise lounge, the small wingback by the fire, or in a single wooden chair at the table – whenever he wants to sit on my lap, he immediately starts to worry that there may not be enough room for him. He is afraid there is not a place for him here, with me. He feels doubtful about whether or not I will be able to make one, deeply concerned that there will not in fact be space for his little body. Read more

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