A poem for the joy + ache of watching kids grow up -- Here’s a poem for the joys and ache of kid birthdays. Watching kids age is bizarre. It’s so fast. It’s so slow. Poetry is one way we grasp at time, forcing our hearts to pay attention to this moment, because we know how fleeting it all is.
All of those things are true. My sons are middle aged now. One of the hardest things for me is the release part (when we dropped them off at college and now letting go every time we’re together and I see them drive away for home.
All of those things are true. My sons are middle aged now. One of the hardest things for me is the release part (when we dropped them off at college and now letting go every time we’re together and I see them drive away for home.
Oof. I can hardly imagine all the future times I'll be invited to release these lovely humans. Glad to start practicing presence now.