“‘Pack Your Bags. You’re Done.’ What My Son Didn’t Know Was I’d Already Won”

door burst open with laughter as Evan and Chloe ran into my arms. “Grandma, we missed you,” they said the same way every time—arms tight, faces buried in my shoulder.

Their social worker told me, “Children surviving chaos gravitate toward the safest person they know.”

I didn’t tell her how much it healed me to realize I was still that person for them.continue reading …