By the end of a recent day, I realized all verbal conversations with my children had focused on that nasty word, “stress.”
It began with my youngest, who crumbled in tears when she’d forgotten “again” to give a Halloween party invitation to the new girl at school.
“I feel so bad,” was an initial response that snowballed into a meltdown because we might not make it to school early enough to find her on the playground.
I heard myself say, “Don’t let your whole body worry about this,” as I passed her a tissue. “Just tell your brain that this is the most important thing you…