One of the quiet milestones of life is the day your kids stop asking for advice. It sneaks up on you like a thief in the night. For years, you were the designated problem solver. The one with the answers, or at least a valued (and sometimes unsolicited) opinion. The person who helped narrow down the decision on which college to attend. A trusted advisor on how to set up a monthly budget. The one they called when the faucet was leaking (in truth, that was never me). And the on

Most afternoons, I take a walk with our dog, Rigby. Depending on which direction he decides to explore that day, we end up passing through the local park or along the quiet streets of our small village. In the fall and spring, those walks almost always take us past youth sports fields. Little League baseball. Lacrosse practice. A girls’ high school softball game. Parents line the sidelines, leaning forward in folding chairs or pacing along the fence line. They shout encourage