Just home from the ice rink and one hour of bliss, skating in the quiet cold. Not the religious sense of 'bliss' but the joy of physical activity coupled with time of solitude. And that solitude can be in a crowd or true alone time when I am the only early bird on the ice.
Parenting.
Today I thought about parenting. Round and round the rink like running on a track...no spins, no jumps, no tricks...just round and round the rink.
No matter how many children bless our lives, we live to the end by going round the track. From babe to woman/man, we are the parent.