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I remember as a child that my mother could speak volumes without opening her mouth. I could tell if she was upset with me from a block away. Hands on hips, head tilted to the left, eyes staring a hole in me. Or I could be somewhere and catch her eyes across a room and she could say, "Sit down" or "Quiet down" and no one else heard her, but I heard it loud and clear. I can’t do that with my kids.

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