Lately I've been thinking of parenting as a dance. There is a give and take between parent and child, a push and pull. We adapt to her, she adapts to us. Of course one of us must be the leader and the other the follower, but we are not drill sergeants. And neither is she boss. But in love, we engage each other in this dance, ever learning, ever moving forward. Swirling, twirling, stepping in rhythm. This is a dance of love.
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