Every Tuesday I host sharing the first paragraph or two of a book that I’m reading or plan to read soon
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It was tiem to leave the playground. I was 26, pregnant, and the stay-at-home mom of a 2 year old. My husband and I had just moved to a city that was hundereds of miles away from any family or friends. I knwq no one else with a young child. My son was happily swinging, but it was time for lunch, and soon after that, the battlegroundof nap time. When I told him that it was time tp leave, he said, “No, I don’t want to go; I want to swing”. After a t least two more failed efforts at verbal persuasion, I lifted him off the swing. He cried and squirmed out of my arms and finally threw himself on the ground. He kicked and screamed in a full-fledged tantrum. I wanted to cry myself. As I write, through the window I can see a little girl and her mother walking a Chihuahua. He stops several times and refuses to to walk, and finally she picks him up-just as I did with my son. What were her alternatives? What were mine?
I’m reading this for a book tour on June 17th