Small parenting note #4,698
My son is sick. Last night he came and climbed into my bed (something he doesn't get to do very much).
"Honey, why are you in my bed?"
"Because I love you."
Not newfangled, not soccer mom, not rushed mom on the cellphone. Genuine, old-fashioned, home-cooking, listening to Woody Guthrie, introducing my kid to mythology, comparative cultures, life values as he learns to talk, gardening, making bread, laying on the grass, playing with our toes mom. In the heart of the silicon valley, while Dad starts high tech companies. Our family believes in practicing eccentricity. We're looking forward to getting it right.
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