Should I coach their soccer team? Should I be room Mom?  Perhaps, but I don’t know soccer and I make a terrible mother and I’ve tried both.

“Will it make the pain stop,’ I questioned, pretending to read the scans with the same accuracy as the Engineer-turned M.D. “This is medicine. Nothing is guaranteed”. Great.

Three times in a week, friends of mine suggested that their calendars, bodies and wallets were not enough.

The question from Coach was not if we would work hard, but whether we would do so in discipline or as punishment. The distinction was one of timing and intention.

It’s not a matter of if they’re crazy, but a question of what their particular flavor of crazy is. Different isn’t crazy. It’s different.

This dance is constant, subtle and doesn't stop until we become so deeply rooted in who we are that we can withstand the waves of social moors.  This is the work of maturing.

The real magic though, was my son’s ability to soften the most jaded traveler with the power of wonder.

Saying thanks costs $1.27 including the stamp if you buy pretty stationary. Otherwise, it’s free.

She’ll tell you that the days are hard and that some days are harder.  She’ll tell you she hurts. She’ll tell you that this is not how she thought it would go.