… illness, there’s a need to grow acceptance, and a different sort of hope: the sort that knows that while life will never be the same, it will hold a steadiness that we can reach out for, like the tow rope in that picture of winter ski slope… It’ll carry us up the hill.
A beautiful line in a sea of gorgeous prose. I completely agree about the subtle reassurance season-based books can provide. I think the predictability and steadfastness of seasons brings tremendous comfort to a child, just like the general predictability of those read-aloud PBs that our kids ask for EVERY NIGHT at bedtime. :)