- Category: Dad's Dirt Roads: A Blog
- on Fri Dec 28, 2012
- by Mark Stephens
So, good people out there, another year is slipping away, and let her go we must.
Earlier tonight my wife and I struggled with our 5-year-old over the usual. No, no more sweets tonight, kiddo. Brush your teeth. Now please. It's bedtime. And it went around and around in various forms of gentle voices and good old fashoined hollaring. You've been through it I'm sure. And like us, I bet you paused and said to one another, "How the heck did we get here? This time at night we used to be at the climbing gym with friends." Or whatever, the concept is the point here: sometimes we feel like we used to be interesting, now we're parents — people who find no finer joy than children finally getting to bed.
It's both surreal and okay.
Next week we're going to gather some friends and their kids. We'll drive 350 miles south of the border and down 60 some miles of washboard dirt road to the coast on the Sea of Cortez, light a campfire and share our dreams, goals and hopes with one another. We'll each light a sky lantern and cast it into the ink of the night sky.
One of my wishes will be for you good people who actually read this blog. It's been great to have you along, and flattering to see the comments and rising number of visitors.
Happy new year to you, from me and mine.