Triumph and Tragedy? Or just a typical Tuesday...?

4am on a Tuesday, mid spring morning in Southeastern Michigan. I wake up to a full moon glowing in clear skies, leaving the house with a hastily inhaled bowl of oatmeal, an overfilled travel mug of burning hot coffee, and my 14 y.o. son shotgun, 30 minutes later.
The drive is swift, dark, direct and uneventful.
5am <sharp> DBC Crew practice starts on North shore of Belle Isle. Michael rowed ~9 miles under the rising sun glistening off of the rippled glass surface of the Detroit River. His workout was precise and intense; the coaches have their teams preparing for the coming weekends' Midwest Jr. Regionals regatta in Cincinnati.
6:47 he leaves the docks with his team <2 minutes later than scheduled> and is in the shower at home by 7:09am.
7:30, homemade egg, bacon and mozzarella on cinnamon raisin toast is devoured in the car on the way to school. We arrive in the dropoff zone well ahead of the bell for his first class at 8:00 am.

These are the days that shape both of my kids. The things they do day after day, week after week, year after year, to make themselves better. Stronger, more compassionate, more sensitive to nature and their surroundings within their team, their community and their world.

I jot this down to remind myself when those disappointing & repetitive moments seem nauseating. Did you put your dishes in the dishwasher? Did you remember to download those pix from your camera to your computer? Could you please put your clothes in your closet...for the fifth time? Or should I wait until tomorrow, to ask you the same thing...a sixth?

But I know, they are much less frequent than the triumphant ones. The ones were both kids are moving forward to the best of their ability, day after day, week after week, year after year. This is what I must remember, this is what I must remind myself. They are healthy, well, and have all the opportunity they could possibly ask for, and then some.

The song playing on my XM First Wave station took me back to peacefully and gratefully ease into the rest of my morning:

Right here, right now
There is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now...

...You know it feels good to be alive
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