A friend called about something happening in his blended family. One of the adult kids had been overseas for years. While he was gone, life kept moving — rooms changed, routines shifted, a little brother arrived. When he came home, he moved through the house like he wasn't sure where he fit anymore. His stepmom said, "It's almost like I should apologize." I told her no. You don't apologize for your child. But you can sit with someone in their pain.