Wednesday, January 05, 2005

buddha in hanoi

read my good friend reg henry's column in the pittsburgh post-gazette about waiting for news of whether his 21 year-old son had survived the devastation in Phuket.

so much of being a parent, it seems to me, is truly terrifying, especially in those moments when we are helpless to do anything, when we are no longer running alongside their bicycles, but waiting at the other end of a telephone for news that does or does not come, waiting for children who we have raised to be independent to somehow find their way home. it is the ultimate act of faith, i suppose, when all you can do is to trust in the unknown and in our own ability to survive whatever it brings to our doorstep.


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