…is really hard. But I love the job. My entire world goes to about 1/8 speed, and I pretty much have to give up any autonomy until Little Bear is in bed, but perhaps it’s the teacher in me. I love to watch her learn. It grips the same place that being a squad leader did. I love to watch her, unprompted, to be about the most considerate person I’ve ever known. I love her sweetness. I love her ferocity. She is my child. She is a warrior. She is a thinker. I love to watch the gears turning in her head. I love getting a kiss, but having it not be enough; she wants, “lots of kisses.” I love dropping her off to school and have her hold my hand to show me what job she has that day. I love picking her up and having 3 kids run across the yard screaming, “Abby, look who’s here!” then having her run full tilt into a growling hug.
