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Are Shoelaces Irrelevant?

Every single day, my seven year-old son gets off the bus with both of his shoes untied, laces dragging on the ground, and his feet coming out of his sneakers with every step. Every single day I ask him how long hes been walking around like that, and every single day I am met with a silent shrug, which I take to mean, somewhere aro

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Making Play a Priority

The snow sparkles, a glittery dance as the sun shines across the white field. I watch little feet walk to the top of a small hill. I hear the snow crunch as each foot pushes through the outer icy crust. Our little girl hops on her Daddys back as they lie tummy down on a slick-bottom sled. She, only a fraction of his size. They glide and the memory burns into my heart. Everything. All of it. The laughter, the smiles, the rosy red cheeks.