Moments of opportunity pass quickly. They don’t usually stick around and wait while we decide to act or not.
The witch within can rest quietly for the rest of the night. My broom and flying monkeys await nearby, knowing they soon will be needed again … probably around dinner time tomorrow.
We parents go the distance, literally, just to see our little people burst out of the van, run to the front door and throw themselves into the arms of their equally excited cousins.
For some time I have been feeling that something has needed to change; that I have needed to change. I’m not talking extremes like abandoning my three energetic kids, even when they exhaust me with their constant chatter and movement. And although my husband and I often annoy each other, I would never walk away from him. They are my …