As a mother of five, I have spent many nights sitting in the hallway outside a bedroom door, listening to the angry, frustrated, or sorrowful noises of a child who does not want to go to sleep. Normally, that child has no idea how close I am or that I can hear him or her. In the child’s mind, I am probably having fun, not including them in the great time we could all be having if I only relented…
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