My Rome wasn't to learn art history. Or to speak fluent Italian. My Rome was to wander. To explore and feed my seeker's hunger through social connections and solo adventuring.
I stood at the bottom of the staircase holding my second and final cup of morning coffee.
The Moment of Truth. This is what I call it when it's time to wake the kids up. What cards would be dealt today? More importantly, how would I respond?
The on-the-job training of parenting never ends. That is what I loathe and love most about the role. It pushes me daily to find my footing on shaky soil so that I can support the seedlings I love so dearly.
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