How does another year slip by? Really, like a flash of tired nights and busy days. Oddly, I don't seem to be in a very different place than a year ago. Is that good or bad? I wish someone would tell me. I don't feel older, wiser, further ahead or further behind. Just more of the same.
I'm closer to looking my son in the eye and I need to take my daughter out tonight to buy some "tank tops" (mini-bras in disguise) and my littlest can speak a foreign language that I can't even understand. They seem to be changing so quickly, while I feel like haven't moved or grown.
Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. Maybe as a parent your way should be steady, predictable, even boring. Maybe my calling is to be the rock that can steady themselves on no matter what life throws them. I can do that for them.