We learn our children. The sound of their breath, weight of their footfalls, curve of their smiles. We memorize the arc of their closed eyes in sleep; we know exactly how their tousled locks will feel under our palms. We witness their joy, their pain. We understand the passage into adulthood. We take that trip with -- but not for -- them.
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