The question doesn’t even seem logical.  How could living in poverty be a good thing for a kid? Bobbi Parish was an upper middle-class, stay-at-home mother whose infant son was mauled by a dog.  He recovered, but grew into a child plagued by nightmares, panic attacks and anxiety.

After a divorce, Bobbi faced a tough decision:  Return to the workforce and put her son in daycare or stay at home, where he needed her.   She chose to live on public assistance with her son.

Whether you agree with Bobbi’s decision or not, you can understand her dilemma.  What was she willing to give up to make her son feel safe?

That got me to thinking about what I would give up for my adorable daughters.  The easy answer is “Everything.”   More specifically, here are 4 things that I would trade (gladly) for Ramiyah, Sariah and Ariella’s well-being:

  • My health
  • My career
  • My belongings
  • My ability to think (as long as I knew they’d be well taken care of)

That last one is HUGE for me.  I’m a brain-based learning expert, after all.  Thinking is not just what I do; it’s who I am.  But it’s not more important than my girls. What would you give up for your children?