Being a boy mom, I often find myself thinking about random things. The other day, a picture came to mind that I haven't been able to shake, and of all things, it started with a rock. Every rock is different. Some are smooth, some are rough, and some seem a little misshapen. Each one is unique. Now imagine that rock being tossed into a stream. Suddenly, it's underwater. The current is pushing it along, tumbling it across the bottom. It can't get its footing. It can't catch its