Ripples in the Now Become Tidal Waves in the Future: a short poem describing positive feelings the author feels as a middle aged soccer coach.
Today I registered my daughter for her senior year in high school. It sounds cheesy, but I remember when she was just a tiny little thing crawling on the floor, banging on things and laughing. Now we are worried about what classes to take, driving, and college. Seventeen years ago, I also started my full-time teaching career. I suppose it has not been all that typical.