By second grade, eczema affected nearly every part of my son's life—sleep, school, swimming, friendships, and even the foods he loved. As infections became more frequent and daily routines grew more complicated, I watched him face challenge after challenge with a bravery he didn't yet recognize in himself.

Children deserve a voice in their own care. Looking back, one of the most important lessons I learned was that helping and forcing are not the same thing. Listening to my son's experience became just as important as trying to fix it.

One day she admitted she had gotten lost driving home from the pet store. A trip that should have taken minutes turned into nearly two hours of driving around a town she had lived in for more than thirty years.

The last thing I wanted was for my mother to see me cry. I usually tried to hide my emotions because when I was upset, she often became upset too.