Life's Bookends

Many of you know my first grandchild recently entered the world. It's been a thrill to see and to hold new life.

I remember when I was a parent of young ones, day in and day out—in the thick of things, overwhelmed, tired—growth and accomplishments weren't always recognizable.

The changes are much more obvious now that I'm one step removed.

Showing up as the nonparent every few days, I've witnessed just how much a loving environment contributes to growth, for the child and the new parents. Their care and attention toward each other has been immediate and unconditional.

That kind of love nourishes the body, mind, and spirit.

Over the span of four months, I've encountered life's bookends: birth and death. Many of you also know I recently lost my mother.

You've reached out these past months. We've reconnected. And recollected. I'm grateful for your stories. You've reminded me that my experiences are not mine alone.