It’s an old adage, and one I’ve never liked: children should be seen and not heard. Growing up, I experienced the opposite. I felt heard by my parents: they cared for me, yet I didn’t feel noticed.
It’s not that my parents were consciously neglectful. But like swimmers hampered by leaden boots, frantically treading water just to stay afloat, they...
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