I’m talking about something more subtle, more every day, less visible. Those moments where, as the caretaker of a small person, you find yourself eating food that has been on the floor for well over three seconds just because you know a trash can is out of arm’s reach. Or when you trek down your city block with a kid in each arm, each one holding a melting popsicle, sweating like you’ve just finished a Bikram yoga class only to run into an esteemed and immaculately dressed colleague.Read more

Do children have the ability to perceive that love flows in their direction even if our eyes are focused elsewhere?Read more