Five hours at York Railway Museum with my 2 and 4 year old kids. Countless moments of just... waiting. But in those margins—while our children explore, play, chase each other—something unexpected happens: we find our people.

Dr. Seuss called it "The Waiting Place" in Oh, the Places You'll Go! A place where everyone's stuck, just waiting for something to happen. It sounds depressing. Unproductive.

But for parents? The waiting place is where we find each other.

In this episode, I talk about the silent agreement between parents: our time is at the mercy of our children, so we skip small talk and go straight to the real stuff. Within minutes, strangers become confidants. We talk about tiredness, impossible juggling acts, guilt, identity—the things we're scared to say out loud anywhere else.

Then the kids run off, the conversation ends, and we'll probably never see each other again. But we knew that going in. So we cram intimacy into stolen minutes—because that's all we've got, and it's all we need.

The waiting place isn't where we get stuck. It's where we find connection. The margins aren't empty—they're full of people who get it.