The conversation in the car was inevitable. I had been waiting on it for almost 12 years —since the triplets began kindergarten as a matter of fact. But expecting a conversation and being prepared for it are two completely different things.
“Mom, am I horrible that I am so tired of people telling me that looking at me reminds them that their problems aren’t so bad?” Mason, 17, asked. “I know they mean it in a good way. ‘You overcome so much, blah, blah, blah,’ but still.” Read more