GINTA – The spaces that keep our children safe

FOR TWO DAYS in a row last week I drove my oldest son to Harper Mountain. He had two ski passes left from a bunch he got for Christmas.

I relish the time with each of my sons alone. There is chatting to be had, silence too, there are things I remember and think about long after.

Most of all, there is the reminder that what counts most as children grow up is being present. Going through the moves of parenting teaches you a thing or two about what being present really means; it teaches both humbleness and gratefulness at once. I get reminded often that we stray from both only to return with more of each.

Over the last year I have amassed a solid collection of comments about how challenging life with a teenager must be.

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