This morning I woke up and I felt like crying. I instantly knew it was a bad day. I talk to the kids about my bad days, about the demons in my head (we call it “my crocodile”), they know how hard it is for me to control my emotions during those days, I’m vulnerable, I cry in front of them, they hug me. Oliver today, unprompted, told Emily, “Come, let’s go to Mara, mommy needs to be by herself in the house”. Showing weakness to our kids contributes to raise empathetic people who are not afraid of (showing and dealing with) their emotions. Emotional education should be a subject in school. PS. Today we took the best selfie to date.