Parenting...

Your on a boat... on a journey to a land that is unknown... you are awakened from the peace of sleep...
The peace is shattered by the sound of rain... the tears of heaven the sounds that let you know there is a storm that is begging you to come and look... it is upon you now and there is no time to get ready... no time for preparation... and it is time to go.  You go to face it... it is calmed by your presence... as you step closer to the heart of it... you feel warmth from the rays of sunshine beaming through the sky that was once covered with clouds and rain.  You reach for the embrace to feel the warmth on your skin.  You strip away the night that is left... and pull on the daytime's fresh face... and allow it to suck from your life force to its satisfaction... the day continues... Some moments... the storm returns tumultuous and rocks the boat to the point of frustration... and other times, the storm dances about... causing laughter because of its antics, but it is still a storm and you know that you have to be careful... you know that any moment the storm could swell and toss you from the boat that is holding you so safely... into the water surrounding you and you would feel like you were drowing... waves swell around you... they douse you.. you gasp for air... and each time when you think you it might be your last breath... the storm breaks and rests as if it is recharging its energy to strike again.... unpredictable... the storm rises and falls, and every once in a while looks to you to satisfy its craving... to quench the thirst it has for life... and you give in because you know that it needs you just as much as you need it to continue on your journey.... and then as the sun goes down on the storm... the sun goes down on the swells of the water around you... you feel the boat rock... and rock... and rock... the storm is quiet now... resting... getting ready for the next day... and the silence is peaceful... it provides a peace that you never expected... your body is weak, your mind is exhausted... but you close your eyes and brace yourself... cause it isn't over... tomorrow is a new day, and the storm is not gone... only resting... deciding if tomorrow will be a light storm or a tornado... a hurricane... or sunshine... the days that you cherish the most, full of warm embraces of the rays of sunshine... not clouded by raindrops... but again, it is unpredictable... so you clench your eyes tightly and relax each and every muscle and empty your mind of all thought because nothing can prepare you for the next day except rest... peaceful rest.