Last weekend, at a lake house, while everyone else was outside, my three-month-old niece and I had a nap on the sofa.
I wish and I hope she never has to fight for anything.
But I know she will.
Because when it was time to wake up, she had a fistful of my shirt in her hand and would not let go.
And I wanted to tell her she never has to let go. The future will need that fist and that grasp more than it needs almost anything else.
But she already knows.