"I read with deep enjoyment Chris Dombrowski's essay "My Anti-Zen Zen" [August 2011], especially the part about dreading the day all three of his kids will be crying at once. I don't have three kids, but I have two very strong-willed twin boys. They had trouble learning to breast-feed, so I would pump my milk and put it in bottles. I remember one night at 2AM, pumping both sides while rocking the babies in their car seats, one with each foot, all three of us crying.
My boys are fourteen now. They are taller than I am, with deep voices and muscular limbs. The other day I was goofing around with them and tried to pick them up and rock them and play some of our toddler games. We were soon helpless with laughter, holding our sides, tears streaming down our faces.
I take that joyous image and try to send it back in time, to my fourteen-year-younger self, sitting in the dark and weeping. Don't you think we can do that, be our own guardian angels and comforters? I like to think so.
Emily W. Rogers