Since my kids arrived, I discovered a startling (stupifying) new emotional impulse that hadn’t been present before: the reflexive willingness to walk off a cliff for someone else.
We say this out loud about various people in our lives: employers, friends, favorite novelists, favorite wives. But when push comes to shove… I’m not sure I want to be tested. Don’t quote me.
But our kids? I’ll take the bullet in a heartbeat. And I wish my children would appreciate this as they chuck their scrambled eggs at the ceiling.