Friday, January 6, 2012  I've Won The Lottery...  Before having
children, most people have an idea of how things will be. Unless
you're completely clueless, you realize that there will be tough
times, seemingly endless nights rocking colicky infants, a never
ending surplus of moneys going out with not enough in on return,
and then later... the teen years.  And while the downside is
there, we all hope that the good outweighs the bad, and we jump
in with both feet, stumbling as we go, hair tousled, wardrobe in
shambles, and often lose a shoe along with our minds.  Soon
enough, that bundle is placed in our arms, weather it be by
birth or choice, and they are all ours.  Ours to teach, to
mentor, to guide into the craziness of our world here on Earth. 
On many a night I sat, rocking my colicky infants, and in those
brief moments of reprieve, I would dream.  I do not know if
their father dreamt for them, but I imagine he did.  He was big
on dreaming, just not on follow through.  None the less, I would
sit and rock,