Happy Landings
It’s a breath I didn’t know
I was holding
escaping into dewy air,
tendrils curling out across
the morning as birds sing us
a soundtrack for this sendoff.
I’ve gone before,
left them to practice my craft,
to be in community with
other creative folks,
but this time, they’re leaving me.
Off to sleep away camp.
Off to another level of growth.
And it will always feel too soon to
send them out seeking new
adventures in this harsh world.
And they’ll come back
changed by their experiences,
even if the slightest.
And just as my same breath
can never return into me,
my children spread themselves
out into this life.
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Ahhh the perils off parenting! You’re giving them wings to fly!
I hope so! It seems like there are so many things to worry about. Letting them go feels like the hardest part of parenting.
Beautiful. 🌻
I hope they have a fun time!
Thank you! I’ve heard rumors that they are so far. I can’t wait to hear about it from them when they get home.
I felt this at my core. I love the emotional resonance of your chosen details.
This is the blessing and curse of parenting:
And they’ll come back
changed by their experiences,
Thank you! It’s hard to know I can’t protect them from everything, or even know all the little details of their day.
Oh…well done. Love the concept of breath spreading out…
Thank you!
This is wonderful. And the couplets keep us moving at a relaxed pace.
Thank you!
Rendering, thoughtful, and gorgeously constructed.
Thank you! I appreciate your thoughtful words.