It occurred to me this weekend that Christmas is the ultimate parenting analogy. There's all the excitement, the bustling about and the anticipation. And then the big day comes and no matter what you think, you're never quite prepared. You wake up at an ungodly hour, you're tired, your hair is a mess, and there's a rush and a lot of noise and excitement and hustle bustle and then…
The stockings were hung...
the house is empty and quiet and you wonder how it all went by so fast.