After my divorce, my 9-year-old son still wet the bed and wore Goodnites, but one day at the grocery store, his classmate saw them on the checkout belt, leaving him so embarrassed that he refused to return to school for five days. Then one evening, her mother left a package at our door containing warm homemade brownies and a card from her daughter showing a superhero with the message, \u201cMy little brother wears Goodnites too. You\u2019re not alone. Want to play again soon?\u201d Soon afterward, the girl herself came to the door with another card and told my son she hoped he was okay, while her mother reminded me that \u201ca little kindness goes a long way.\u201d My son, who had barely smiled all week, finally brightened, hugged the card to his chest, and quietly said, \u201cMom… maybe I can go to school tomorrow..READ MORE BELOW <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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