What makes it real, is that this is the kind of relationship I have/want with my children and parents. The sadness breaks my heart. The children–attentive, engaged, trusting their parents words bc they are clearly trustWORTHY, and recognizing that, even though practicing “hands up” is done in love, uh oh, this is for real. I relate to this because of it’s simplicity. There is no production, it’s just what I see– truthful words and responses between two people who love each other. One with experience and one coming of age–and it is beautiful and tender and terrible.