If you're reading this at 11pm
You probably noticed something before your child could name it.
Maybe it's the stomach aches before school. The meltdowns that seem bigger than the moment. A quietness you can't quite read. Worry that won't let them sleep. Something since the move, the loss, the divorce, the hospital visit. Or nothing you can point to — just a sense that your kid is carrying more than they can say out loud yet.
Children don't always have words. They always have play.
That's where I come in. Not as a fix — but to sit beside your child and help support the imagination they need to find their own creative way through. To help them move and grow forward, in their own time, in the language they already speak.