Presence, Security

Empty Nests and Other Annoyances

August 12, 2023

Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly fly the years…

I remember the first year my daughter had swim lessons. She was three, an only child since her brother hadn’t been born yet. I remember taking her to the community pool, holding her hand as we walked through the gate, and then turning her over to her swimming teacher. The pool staff required that parents make a speedy exit, that we deposit our children at poolside and quickly head back to the main building where we could stand and watch at the big windows. Long goodbyes were frowned upon.

For the first time in her young life, I was letting someone outside my family, outside my circle of trusted friends, take care of her. I didn’t know her teacher, a bubbly college student. This young woman was now responsible for keeping my girl safe in the water. I had to surrender. When it was my daughter’s turn to jump from the side of the pool into her teacher’s arms, she did so without hesitation. I was so proud of her. Her world was suddenly bigger, with new people, new experiences. It was exactly right, exactly how it was supposed to be, but it also broke my heart a little.

This is the story of parenting, isn’t it? From the very beginning, our children are supposed to move away from us. We carefully snuggle them in the Baby Bjorn carrier backwards, then are surprised, but happy for them, when one day they are suddenly big enough to face forward, to see more of the world. Soon, they grow out of the carriers all together. That was another parenting milestone for me: the day my children were too big to fit in the Baby Bjorn anymore. Part of me would’ve kept them there forever. But they would have none of it. Soon, they were walking and running. By the time they were in kindergarten, both my kids could run faster than me. Continue Reading…

Presence, Success

Grateful for the Hubbub

August 5, 2023

They are tearing up the roads in our small town.

There are signs posted on all our main streets warning us that there will be delays and detours until January of next year. I’m guessing it might be even longer than that. This is something that could be annoying. Who likes detours? And the noise! There is a lot of hubbub and racket and beeping that goes along with roadwork, especially when the heavy machinery backs up (and it seems like it backs up a lot.)

It’s all good, though. It’s good and it’s necessary and I am not going to complain about the hubbub and racket and beeping because it’s for an important cause. At long last, our town’s antiquated water pipes are being replaced and our water plant is getting updated. For the past few years, our town has been in the process of transitioning from a locally controlled city water system to a county one. The Placer County Water Agency will be taking over.

I’m not sure how old our town’s water pipes were, but I’m guessing decades. They were old; the system was old. Leaks were common. There was a big one up the street from my house a few years ago. I went out one evening to find a torrent rushing towards us. What do you do when you see such a sight? You panic a little, because it’s a lot of water, and then you run up the street to your neighbor’s house. He’s the kind of neighbor who knows what to do in just about any problematic situation. He went and got another neighbor who has lived here forever and who has taken care of our town’s problems for decades, sort of our unofficial mayor. He also, fortunately, has a backhoe. (Because every small town’s unofficial mayor needs a backhoe, right?) The two of them brought the backhoe down, dug up the road, figured out where the leak was, and worked late into the night to fix it.

I was lucky that they were able to do that, that they were kind and generous and had the tools and knowhow to fix a massive water leak on a random Thursday evening. But it’s not the kind of thing that citizens should have to do. Not the kind of thing you should count on. So I’m grateful for our local water board members who did the work to get our water project funded. It took several years of planning, including conducting a vote of town residents to see if we would approve the transition. I’m grateful that the state stepped in with funding and that the county was willing to take on this project, because residents of our little town were not equipped to bear the burden of replacing all our water pipes and meters and upgrading our water plant. I’m sure it’s a project that will cost millions.

So while it’s a pain that they are digging up the roads all day long for the next few months and making lots of roadwork noise, it’s worth it. Because is there anything more important than water, and having it be clean and flowing through pipes that are sturdy and strong and not bursting at inopportune times? It’s a big thing to be grateful for. Even if it takes some time and a lot of beeping before it finally comes to pass.