Life with kids is like
Running on a treadmill
That is going just a bit too fast
You pant
Tongue hanging out
Looking less like Michael Jordan and
More like an unwashed St. Bernard
Your gait is long and
Anything but
Fluid
Your hands are too high
Making you look like you’re running in waist deep water but
You’re too worried that you will go flying off and
Crack your head open but
You don’t
You never end up in a heap on the floor
Having collected a few innocent stragglers
In your vivid flameout
You never do but
Life as a parent is all about
Possibilities
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