I remember one rainy night, a little more than 5 years ago, when my boys and I were driving home from a family event. We took the back roads home to our new apartment and one of them was in a lowland where flooding would often happen.
As we drove down the road, splashing through the standing water, hundreds of tiny little frogs were hopping across the street. We ran over many of them, hearing them squish and pop under the car tires, but lots of them hopped quickly across the road, narrowly missing the car tires.
It was the year that their father and I got divorced and we were still figuring things out and adjusting to an entirely new way of life. As we watched in awe at the sheer number of little frogs on the road, we connected over the sadness and struggle and I think in some ways it helped us all see things a little more clearly. To this day, it is a memory that the boys and I still talk about.
It's been an adventure since that night and we've had lots of ups and downs. But through it all, I am grateful that we've grown resilient enough to hop quickly across these streets of life and for the most part, avoid being squished.