Riding the Winds of Grace: Lessons from the Albatross
Dad, Out of His Comfort Zone
I once heard someone describe parenting as "long stretches of monotony, punctuated by moments of pure panic." I’d say the same could be said of marriage, work, and most of adulthood. But right now, parenting feels less like a rhythmic march of responsibilities and more like an unhinged circus act where I’m the reluctant ringmaster.
My wife was away at a women’s retreat for the weekend, and somehow, in a moment of overconfidence (or temporary insanity), I assured her, Don’t worry—I’ve got everything under control.
Reader, I did not have everything under control.
By 8:00 a.m. on Saturday, I had already broken up two fights, spilled coffee on the baby’s head (don’t ask), and learned the hard way that pancakes are not as easy as they look on YouTube. By lunchtime, the toddler had mastered the art of smearing peanut butter onto every conceivable surface, my oldest had decided that I definitely wasn’t enforcing mom-level screen time rules,
