It happens every time
I wave goodbye to one of our kids,
turn away
and invariably stumble into a sea of melancholy.
It’s deep
but the memories are warm and
as I float around with eyes closed,
I’m immersed in a time
when all four of our cubs were with us..
Week-end bar-b-ques, working on school projects, Christmas mornings, lazy Sunday afternoons..
busted curfews, dented fenders, slammed doors, broken hearts.
And then,
one by one,
they grew into their oversized paws and
wandered off to explore new plains..
as they should have..
of course.
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The water becomes chilly
and I open my eyes
taking a moment to thank God
for the potential each one of our kids is realizing
because of us
in spite of us
away from us.
photocredit:Daily Mail,ONE LUXURY
I wish there were a “love” button. I can relate, although I had only 2 cubs. And, I’m writing this while the first game of the Stanley Cup is being played.
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Well, my husband was being very sweet last night..so he offered that we could watch a movie instead of hockey. We picked a Nicholas Sparks one- I think it was called The Choice…wow- was it CORNY!- Finally, I couldn’t stand it one more minute and asked him to turn on the game…GO PENGUINS!!! 😀
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I feel this. My babies are 17 and 19. Lots of pride in my pride.
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💜..yup.
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