I’m not posting this as one of those overly proud parents boasting "Look and see what my progeny has done!" I’m posting it because as an adult, one always forgets the depth of emotion of which little children are capable. I’m posting it because I’m a little at a loss on how to best foster her talents and dreams of being a writer. And I’m posting it because I continue to be in awe of the constant surprises that come with parenthood.
En MetroDad: Portrait of the Writer as a Young Girl.
La sorpresa constante, sí.
