The Stories We Choose
A Parenting Reflection
Last night, I stumbled into an unexpected moment of parenting complexity. I had just returned home from six days (albeit non-consecutive) of painting a mural – the kind of work that leaves your muscles remembering every brushstroke. David was making pizza in the kitchen, and he and the boys had Gladiator (the first one) playing on the TV in the kitchen.
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