And then. Just like that … they are gone.

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I don’t quite know where to start with this.

Do I start at the moment we brought them home from hospital, treading on egg shells, staring at these little beings we had created that smelt so good and at first meeting wove unbreakable strings of love around our hearts?

Do I start at their first day of school, so tiny beneath their hats and backpacks?

Do I start with the sleepless nights spent beside them in hospital wards worried for their lives and powerless to ease their pain?

Do I start with the joy of watching them unfold as individuals or the anguish of watching them make mistakes you know they have to make?

25 years of hands on parenting.

For the most part (she says with a wry smile) 25 years of joy.

Nearly half our lives.

And then. Just like that … they are gone.

Just as we were – like a rocket if I remember correctly.

Just as it should be.

We are one week in as empty nesters. And we have our own adventures and challenges ahead. But I couldn’t let this moment pass without putting words to paper. A little celebration if you like of all the mums and dads who sign up so young for so big a journey with so little clue of what lies ahead. Yet another moment in my life when I wish Mum and Dad were around to have a chat.

I stumbled on this poem from Kahlil Gibran during the week…

 

On Children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, 
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, 
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, 
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, 
and He bends you with His might 
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, 
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Kahlil Gibran

 

Turn the page.

New chapter.

Deep breath.

Just give me a moment 😉

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    2 Comments

    1. Posted 1 March 2017 at 11:20 am | Permalink

      Beautiful as always Marg. I’ll treasure my boys while I can, as it really goes by so quickly.

      • Marg
        Posted 1 March 2017 at 9:20 pm | Permalink

        Yes it does Lib. But make sure you have an exit plan too 😉 For yourself.

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