Because when opposition showed up with a little attitude, a little tension, a little invitation to abandon herself—she noticed it. And kept sipping her borage. Because somewhere along the way, she learned something delicious…
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My son’s teacher praises his ideas. His classmates roll their eyes.
And his body does this thing: Throat tight. Brain races. He shuts down. Talks less. Isolates at recess. Doom-thinks about never belonging. And here’s the part nobody says out loud: grown-ups do it too.