Now

I block out days. I post ahead. I make my way to them.

I stay in their homes. I sleep in their beds. I cook with their pots and pans.

I rent a car. I stock the fridge. I hug them extra long.

I do the dishes. I pick up the tab. I listen with open heart.

I check their welfare. I gauge their joy. I comfort when tears arise.

I laugh more often. I cry more, too. I wish it could all be the same.

I yearn for the past. I chip at the now. I trust that change is good.

I believe in our growth. I have faith in the path. Yet I'd kill for a crystal ball.

I leave them with tears. I fly to my life and its doubt for this choice I have made.

When it's suddenly clear that my path is my own and it sets them both free to choose theirs.

Comments

[Sandra ltb]

spoken like a true mom .... I feel your angst.
Sandra

[Bethany]

Love those beautiful daughters of yours!

[Helen F.]

Wonderful post, beautiful daughters, Mom!

[sheila]

wow-completely feel where you are coming from. You succintly put into words what I am feeling with my own two daughters.

[jo]

Very thought provoking..........so many of us have gone through the same thing with our own daughters. Hang in there!

[Beth]

I follow your path with my kids, too. I am getting more and more used to this new routine!

[Michelle]

Wow! My heart is swelling in response to this post. Such love. Such insight. Your girls are sure to find wonderful paths, knowing that they have their safe harbour with you whenever it is needed.

[Charlene]

The song of your heart, beautifully sung, to the loves of your life. Thank you!

[Chris]

I have tears of recognition in my eyes.

[Marlena M]

You're going to make me cry. Thank you for sharing your heart, Cath.

[Tricia]

Amen, Sister, Amen!