Our son, Holden, recently signed up for a lifeguard course. I was certain that the amount of hours he would have to commit to the course would turn him away. Not to mention that it was being held during the most glorious weekend weather we'd had in months. From 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. each day, his mind was not on Instagram or You Tube video of BMX stunts. No, there was no time for that. He had to be hyper-focused on compressions and breaths and making sure he called out the "tweet-tweet-tweet" of the whistle during his drowning victim scenarios. Each evening, Holden came home exhausted. We watched him use just enough energy to eat dinner and share a little bit about that day's lesson. He was showered and nestled in his covers earlier than in his toddler years. Part of us felt badly for him. He was missing movie nights, favorite restaurant breakfasts, and the spring-like weather. He would mention it in passing, "It sucks that I can't be riding my bike tod