Have you ever watched your child and very nearly exploded with the force of your pride? Weeks pass when that’s an hourly thing, other times it catches me off guard and I reel from the potency of it. I can honestly say it’s one of the sweetest gifts I have found as a parent. Watching— no ownership, no jealousy, just an all-consuming need to multiply the celebration, to unfurl each ribbon of triumph and alert every tower, ensuring that sirens and applause enough attend the momentous event. Have you ever watched someone else’s child do something that deserves a cheer? Scaling a ladder or scrawling a name in dirt with a gnarly branch? I try not to judge, try not to compensate, but every once…