1. The worry is also the gift. As I dropped my daughter off at school this morning, I watched a mom with girls twice my daughter's age help each one get their belongings from the trunk. The backpacks were bigger than my daughter's and the girls carried instruments and athletic equipment, all the things that make for a teenager's day at school. I caught a glance of the mother as she got back in the car. Despite the age difference in us and our kids, I recognized the furrow on her face. I know it well and feel it every morning as I watch my daughter run to her classroom. For the days I drive away wondering when it will get easier, when the growth won't be so conflicting, when the worry will become less, now I know it doesn't. And that's part of the gift too.
2. Five o'clock in the evening has quickly become my favorite time at the house. Our yard becomes an aviary for about an hour and we watch birds of all kinds rest and swoop between the branches of our many trees. It is quiet, and beautiful, and simple.
3. You have to know when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em and all that, but it also helps to know when you have no business being in the fucking game to begin with.
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