My child is not broken, despite him falling though the cracks.

He walks on a frozen lake. With each step, cracks appear under his feet, the ice splintering. Lines not quite big enough for him to disappear below the water, but enough to make the walk precarious, dangerous, uncertain. If the ground beneath his feet is unstable, how can he stride, thrive, how can he run?Continue reading “My child is not broken, despite him falling though the cracks.”