This is another poem wrapped around my children. This one from watching my daughter grow up but not quite a teen yet. The joy you get watching your kids learn and grow and be fascinated – and challenged by life. Knowing if this is where it starts, how much more joy there will be in years to come. So I value these times all the more.
Memories of putting a tired child to bed at night as they might cry themselves to sleep. How they know more than they possibly could, sometimes. And still so thrilled at the simplest things you show them.
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