Be still by Jami Amerine

What You Don’t Get to Decide for Your Children

What You Don’t Get to Decide for Your Children Blood poured from his soaking nose and chin.  My insides lurched.  You know the feeling when you see one of your children physically hurt? It is a primal ache. The words, “I told you so,” caught in my throat. I did in fact tell him so.  Just moments before I had advised my seven-year-old son, Sam, and his five-year-old brother, Charlie, not to cannonball into the pool, holding a three-gallon metal …