Iridescent

Here we are before the sadness and frustration set in...

Not all ski adventures are created equal. Sometimes there are factors beyond your control that work against you. You know, like a certain child who, in four degree weather, insists on stopping while we're cross country skiing the beginner loop at Rib Lake, because "it's boring."

Adrenaline seek much, kid?

It's true. The Rib Lake trails are not Granite Peak. But they're GORGEOUS. My son calls it the Enchanted Forest. And it is.

It just felt haunted on this particular day by a child that I couldn't possibly leave behind for fear she would freeze, and another child who was frustrated, rightfully so, with his sister for ruining something he'd been looking forward to doing with his Mom.

Yep, it was rough and iridescent at the same time, just like this number:

When you were standing in the wake of devastation
When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown

My kids feeling cold and lost in desperation

And with the cataclysm raining down
Insides crying, "Save me now!"
You were there, impossibly alone

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure’s all you’ve known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go. Let it go

I tried, I really did. And I managed to remain a loving parent, even when I got extremely frustrated:

And in a burst of light that blinded every angel
As if the sky had blown the heavens into stars
You felt the gravity of tempered grace
Falling into empty space
No one there to catch you in their arms

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure’s all you’ve known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go. Let it go

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go

It wasn't easy, but I managed. No sense hanging onto it, after all...