Children

With our big move upon us, I am so worried about the effect it will have on the boys. I want their childhood to be perfectly idyllic. Sometimes the need to provide that for them almost paralyzes me.

Am I worried over nothing? I simply do not know. I look around at some of my favorite people and all the storied childhoods that they have. These are some of the most amazing people in the world, and they sustained through the scrapes and bruises of childhood. Their childhood and mine are the substance of fodder for us when we gather. We laugh and poke at each other, knowing that at the end of the day - we all are in this, one for all and all for one.

So I will have to concede that my precious boys are made of resilient, sturdy stock. I have determined to move cautiously and with their best interest at heart. They will not break apart at each and every one of life's little disappointments, as nor will I. We, as a family, will temper our downs with ups. So one day, they too will have fodder to share setting around with their own group of rag-tag amazings.