Some nights, my child can’t find the words just tears or tiny storms of frustration. As a mom, that breaks my heart. I used to feel helpless.

Then we started reading stories about feelings. Simple books. Gentle words. A sad bear, an angry bunny suddenly, my child could point and say, “That’s how I feel.”

Books became our bridge. A quiet, loving way to talk about big emotions in small moments.

I write these stories now, not to teach, but to connect, so another child, and another parent, might feel a little more understood.