(The following is the personal essay portion of my application to a writer’s residency for parents that would happen in Portland, OR. I didn’t get the residency this year, but why should the piece go to waste? I decided to share my thoughts with you instead.)

I wrote the first draft of this essay in my living room, interrupted every few minutes by calls from my 7-year-old son to, “Watch this, Mom!” The object of his attention…