Hey Reader, Over twenty years ago, my youngest son wouldn't sleep. For months, he woke every hour or two. It wore all of us down. One night I was up with him again, exhausted, dreading the morning ahead. He was fussy, squirming, wanting his mom. I could feel myself getting tense just holding him. Then I noticed what my own state was doing to the room. I slowed my breath. I said a quiet prayer and let go of the morning, the lost sleep, the frustration. I just stayed with him. The second I...