During my kid's four-day hospital stay for an upper GI bleed caused by Advil, I learned more about Bitcoin than any book could teach, not through study but through life. Immersed in a world of parent and child, I was fully present, undistracted by the noise of X or the urge to preach Bitcoin's promise. My patience grew, I truly saw my kid, my heart expanded, time slowed, rules faded, and my kid's trust in me deepened. It made me rethink Bitcoin's role. Maybe we're not meant to evangelize its potential. Perhaps its true value lies in working quietly in the background, freeing us to focus on what matters most, our families. Sharing it with everyone might just be the same hustle we sought to escape when we found Bitcoin in the first place. If you’re a parent please be careful with Advil.