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Story by Chad Bradford

Little Rock, AR

We waited a long time to have our daughter because my wife and I are artists and traveled the country as-actors-for-hire for well over a decade. Art was the central part of our life.

Recently, our daughter attended her first art class. She proudly presented her work to us. It brought up feelings of joy and pride; at the same time, we wondered if she would ever want to follow in her parents’ footsteps. What would that mean for her life? Who would she become?

However, before we found ourselves too far in the future, she smiled and started to crumple the paper so that she could start again. She wasn’t living in the future. She was experiencing life in the present, absent of her parents’ fretting and prognosticating.

She taught us a lesson that day, and has continued to do so every day since.


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