Do you ever feel, as a parent, that nothing is ever really finished? Do you struggle with this? I do.
So many of our toys, so much of this stage of life, feels perpetually unfinished. You don’t ever really cross the finish line. Adults so rarely feel that sharp sense of satisfaction children take for granted when there is this natural start and finish rhythm to your life created by culturally imposed structures like school and bedtimes. It is nice the way childhood constantly gives you that slow drip of satisfaction that tells you when you’re done with the project or the school year. You don’t realize how special and fleeting that feeling is to cross something off your proverbial list.
Nowadays, I almost never taste that feeling I used to be so intimately acquainted with. The one that tells me it’s done.
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