“May we raise children who love the unloved things – the dandelions, the worms, and the spiderlings. Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn to the sun… And when they’re grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice, may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things, and be the one.”
–Nicolette Sowder