The Bow

But parenthood is not a dot on a page, a stationary mark frozen in time. It is a journey, a series of dots, a “to be continued” and sometimes, despite our best intentions to love them and keep them safe, those wonderful, strong, independent arrows get bumped around just a bit in flight, banging into a tree or a rock or another arrow, nicking their shaft or clipping their feathered fletching.

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