A mistake in my cursive revealed a truth from the universe.
I have no idea how to do this.
Stepping unsteadily through constantly shifting territory, with stakes so high.
A baby’s life. A child’s educational foundation. An adolescent’s preparation for independence.
Love.

Trying to dodge all the pitfalls of tyranny and disrespect for her perspective, all while trying to remain firmly rooted to support her when she needs someone to confirm that in the constancy of change, she retains the perfection she gained at birth.

For her, I sacrifice time with...