The nine year old is always after me to paint her nails. That moment, where she asks me to do that with her, is going to pass all too soon. We rush and rush through life, with me the consummate mom rushing her, like so: "Well, yes, we can paint your nails. But first, please cleanyourroompackyourlunchbrushyourteeth and then finishyourhomeworkplaywithyoursisterfeedthepetsputawayyourshoes and don't forget to practiceguitarhelptheneighborschangetheworld. Oh, shoot - we're out of time, head to ... View Post