It’s fun to go to a little league game and see everyone in their matching uniforms. I’m not talking about the athletes, though. This is about the parents, and the uniforms we wear throughout the changing seasons of child-rearing.

Ripples mesmerize me. I love to toss a pebble into a lake, and see how far the ripples extend before they fade away. It’s amazing how far they reach, how one tiny stone can create an ever-widening circle that eventually extends beyond the scope of my view.

I finally caved and bought my first pair of reading glasses. I had to buy them to save my arms. I read a lot, you see, and I found I was taking too much ibuprofen to soothe the aching biceps that resulted from holding everything at arm’s length.

Some would say that my children just endured the most boring spring break in history. However, according to recent studies, my kids actually did something quite significant. They spent ample time in unstructured play, and they reconnected with nature. I dare say they enjoyed themselves.

When we painted our kitchen a few years ago, we chose a delicate, golden green called “Olive Marinade”. As I glanced around outside today, something looked vaguely familiar. I realized that my kitchen is actually painted the loveliest shade of “Spring Pollen”. That doesn’t sound quite so exotic, does it?