Yesterday I was the one holding way too tightly to the rider, too tightly being a relative term, I suppose. Bernadette will be 4 in October, but hold tight I did. And as we made endless rotations to patriotic favorites like "Stars and Stripes forever," I thought about how many times I took Bernadette's mother on carousel rides, and how particular she was about her mounts — her favorite being the rainbow pony at the National Mall carousel.
Now Suzanne was standing on the sidelines with her newborn, and I was back on duty. The circle of carousels. The circle of life.