when i was single i used to bite apples.
when i got married, i took to cutting them in quarters.
now that i have twenty seven thousand eight hundred and forty two kids, i cut them into twelfths, and peel four of those, and serve them in bowls, and stop the fighting because "SHE GOT MORE THAN ME!!!" by giving up the little bit that is mine.
one day i will bite an apple again, but until that day comes, i will savor the smiles and the "thank you mama!'s and the "it's ok that yours fell... have some of mine"s that i get. and it will make my heart happy that i am teaching sharing, and patience, and nutrition, and math, and differences and similarities (have you ever compared a honeycrisp to a red delicious? completely different!), all with the help of the humble apple.
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