Mothering these days is about knowing that I can’t fix everything — or, often, anything. It is knowing that listening without trying to change is actually the most profound gift. It is about trusting that she sees that I am there, and that she senses, somewhere deep and inchoate, that that is a demonstration of my love. And I know, by the way, that this is all practice and training for parenting a teen, the days which hover on the horizon, whose advent is around the corner.
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