The most sublime and terrifying moment in parenting is when, after a day of dealing with tantrums and beauty and idiosyncrasies and discoveries and danger and moments of quiet, you lay your child down to sleep, pause a moment to stroke the back of their head and watch their quiet breathing, and glimpse a tiny fragment of the impossible knowledge of what it must be like to love yourself.
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