I have fond memories of summers along the Atlantic ocean as a child. We spent all day boogie boarding, exploring tide pools among the coquina rocks and picnicking as a family on Saturdays. By the end of the summer, my skin was the color that caramel turns just before it is done and the sun’s warmth seeped into my bones, a hidden souvenir.
I felt that way again this summer as I sat on the sand at Fernandina Beach, with my nephews hopping around and crowing like the seagulls that circled us. Eyes closed, I breathed in the clean, salty air and felt the pleasant sleepiness of the heat settle in me. Peace. I didn’t know that I wouldn’t have this feeling again, but I am glad. I want to remember it just as it was.
(with apologies to Laura Numeroff)
Every year Dragon Con descends upon Atlanta. This is not a rogue meeting of twelve Dungeons and Dragons dudes. It is a huge, well coordinated event that draws thousands of people to parade down Peachtree in their most outrageous Sci-finery. There are zombie cheerleaders, the ubiquitous storm troopers and steampunks galore. Those people know how to let their freak flags fly!!
Raising teens is no job for wussies, my friend Debbie would know. Check out her latest post, Almost Made It Through , and see if you can relate. I know I can!
Donald Miller, an author from the Northwest, posted a blog the other day about leading through fear. If you haven’t heard of him, run to Amazon (or the library), and grab any of his fabulous writing. His post was focused on leadership of people through fearful situations, but it got me thinking about parenting through fear. Until I became a parent myself, it hadn’t occurred to me that my parents were ever afraid or might not have known what they were doing. They were confident and fearless leaders to the three kids in our family and we slept well knowing we were loved and well taken care of. But that wasn’t the whole story.