One morning, my wife and I were talking in the living room while our son was still asleep. Suddenly, the movements we hear in the bedroom are like hints. She looks in the direction of the hall leading to the bedroom and says : “It’s coming”. What a beautiful way to describe the wake of our own son, isn’t it? “It’s coming”. Like a heavy storm heading towards us with threatening dark gray clouds. In so many ways, kids take us by storm. Not only in the morning. All the time. They are always full of energy when you’re not....Continue Reading
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