Calm Rising

"Calm rising through change and through storm" — "Fair Harvard," Harvard traditional alma mater

In "Fair Harvard," which I remember only in fragments from a sleep-deprived commencement many decades ago, the university positions itself as the guiding light that inspires calm rising. In my adult life, I've discovered a different north star—my family and friends provide that steady beacon, that support when trouble arrives uninvited. My husband and my adult children, in particular, offer strong shoulders and a steady hand when I stumble into one of life's deeper potholes.

Through the skinned knees and serious illnesses, the slights from friends and bad swim meets, the difficult assignments I've navigated with Rob's help over the past twenty-four years, I never anticipated how swift the turning would be—these children we nourished and guided pivoting to become steadfast for us. When Aden, William, and Daniel were home at Thanksgiving, I found myself blindsided by the kaleidoscope of ages I could see in their faces, caught in memories of their toddler selves even as they chided me for purchasing the "spicy" version of Incohearent (an accident, I swear!).

The boys had a field day with Incohearent's not-so-appropriate cards, which they refused to let me see. William would hold one up to Daniel with mock disbelief—"can you believe this?"—and Daniel would roar with laughter even as William doubled over himself. They deemed five or six cards allowable for my delicate sensibilities and tucked the rest away, still chuckling at my maternal folly. The teasing felt tender, a sign of how the power dynamics had shifted—they were protecting me now, deciding what I could handle.

When the good-natured ribbing and laughter subsides, they remain my best friends and fiercest defenders. After I endured a terrible week—the kind where I woke each day to an elevated heart rate and sick stomach—Aden appeared on Saturday to check on me, even staying to make dinner for the four of us while I huddled on the couch in my pajamas, grateful to be relieved of duty. William called from New York amidst a crushing work schedule and holiday festivities, then called again the next day just to check in, his voice a lifeline across the miles. Daniel and a friend made sugar cookies last night, filling the kitchen with the scent of vanilla and butter, their laughter drifting through the house like music.

I don't know what I've done in this life or past lives to merit such remarkable children. When I was wrestling through tough days with three young ones under the age of seven—the endless laundry and sleepless nights, the tantrums and traumas—I never would have believed how the tables would turn, how quickly the protected would become the protectors. William returns home Sunday night for Christmas, and I find myself counting down with the anticipation of a child on Christmas Eve. Having everyone under one roof, celebrating that most sacred of family holidays together—this is the calm rising I never knew to hope for, the gift that makes every difficult year worthwhile.