Romp, expedition, adventure, odyssey, quest. Along the way, maybe I’ll find better words to describe my life. My days are filled with the work of raising children, serving a retired canine racing queen, trying to run when my body allows it, hugging my husband, choosing between board games, books, and sleep, and never being truly bored.
There is a little brook that runs near our house. We pass it when the boys and I walk home after I’ve picked them up from school. My youngest likes to pick up random rocks and feed them to the stream. He’ll laugh and tell me, “I can’t forget the river kibble today!” Then, I’ll wait with him while he tries to feed the water in just the right ways. To someone else, it looks like a child tossing rocks into a stream, and fundamentally, this is true. For my child, it’s much more than this. He is feeding himself when he feeds the water. He carefully selects his rocks and he aims with care. When we hear the splash and see the ripples, it’s assurance to him that he does influence the world he lives in, that change is his to make.