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There is a shape to steadiness that you can only know once you stop reaching for it. I learned this lately, in the space between words, in the way my son Wei has begun to move through his days without the pull of hurrying, in the way my other son Yunhe - still young, still new to the world I am raising him in - sits now with something settled in him that was not there before. Two days proved enough - not because they contained everything, but because they contained nothing extra. No performance. No reaching forward to justify the present moment.