I have a video of my two-year-old daughter sitting quietly in the middle of a tornado.
Not a real tornado, of course. Just the whirling, noisy storm of her two older brothers literally running in circles around her.
In that moment, she is sitting on the floor rocking a baby doll while her brothers bounce around the room like pinballs. While they’re shrieking and giggling, jumping from couch-to-floor and back again, she is singing a lullaby nobody can hear—as if she and her doll are in a quiet place somewhere far, far away.
I watch it now and say a silent thank you. Because—while it may have
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