My adventuresome son visited this week after finishing a 100 mile bike race. While just a toddler he’d jump on a brightly colored, plastic big wheel tricycle and pedal up and down the driveway. A slight incline was one more reason for him to yell with delight. Now my fearless son is a young man, preparing for his wedding.
Moms have a special relationship with Time. When we see our adult child, we see through the veil of years past. We wonder how it can be that the baby we once held is now a grown man or woman. We listen to his or her stories of new adventures and unrealized dreams and try to bridge the years. Through the childhood photos caught in our hearts, we relive the hurdles, the broken bones, and the tears, as we slowly navigate across time...to the present.
Once we've crossed the divide and can truly see our son or daughter, the rawness hidden in our heart, softens to a sentimental pride. Our child now adult has found his joy; and, we can let go--of the babe we held, the child we comforted, and the teenager we guided. The past has indeed passed; and, the present heralds a new beginning....
Moms have a special relationship with Time. When we see our adult child, we see through the veil of years past. We wonder how it can be that the baby we once held is now a grown man or woman. We listen to his or her stories of new adventures and unrealized dreams and try to bridge the years. Through the childhood photos caught in our hearts, we relive the hurdles, the broken bones, and the tears, as we slowly navigate across time...to the present.
Once we've crossed the divide and can truly see our son or daughter, the rawness hidden in our heart, softens to a sentimental pride. Our child now adult has found his joy; and, we can let go--of the babe we held, the child we comforted, and the teenager we guided. The past has indeed passed; and, the present heralds a new beginning....
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