At 11 months or so, holding on to his mother’s hands while getting his feet wet in the sea for the first time.
At 3 years, leaping through the waves, running deeper, knowing where his mother is: right behind him. Also, just out of frame to the left, the friend’s dad waiting for him.
Anchors to a child’s exuberant fearlessness.
I think being a good parent means being a bad guy way more than you ever thought you would be.
Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend
Bruce Cockburn, Pacing the Cage
Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight
Bruce Cockburn, Lovers In A Dangerous Time