"Alice… please help…” she cried.
“I tried feeding Noah his broccoli, and he cussed me out. He threw the broccoli at my face, and it hit me in the eye. Then, he kicked and screamed for a full hour…”
“I’m so tired, I don’t know what to do… I don’t feel like I’m cut out to be a parent.”
I could feel Emily’s desperation… I felt sad because she’s usually cheerful and happy…
However, Noah was getting out of control. Whenever she tried to take him anywhere, he would go crazy. Other parents would give her sly comments, and tell her that he needed “discipline.”
I couldn’t stand seeing her so broken.
So that night, I drove over to Emily’s house.
And here’s the conversation that changed both of our lives forever: