All day at my desk, it’s my job to clever, to be incisive, to be convincing, to earn my pay. When I get home, I love it when my son puts his tiny hand on mine, and demands only that I be present. No typing, no calculating, no deadlines.

Just us and the reminder that I’m enough.

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