I can feel it slipping away when the boy bravely steps into the pool with his teacher, even though he doesn't quite want to. And when the teacher spends a good long while trying to convince the boy that it's okay to blow bubbles in the water, and he argues with her, and I see that stubborn set to his face. Then, without even one glance at me, he surrenders and cautiously blows a few bubbles and everyone cheers and he beams and claps and only then will he look for me, to show me his pride, to share his excitement. In that glance, I see it slipping away.
Dependence is only for a short time, and this dance toward independence is breath taking, heart wrenching, exasperating. If I could stop and grab hold for a moment I would, but the dance is ethereal and if I fall out of step I would be left behind.
6 comments:
this post is so beautifully written it brought tears to my eyes. you have echoed many of my own thoughts here, but in a much more elegant prose. how much more quickly do the days seem to pass since having children.
Beautiful and true...slep, step and step away and so it goes. They get wings and that's it ...but you have awhile before the wings. Mom R.
Oh I love this. You are so eloquent with your words.
So true. Every step of independence breaks our heart at the same time as eliciting overwhelming pride.
Thank you for writing this and sharing your heart. You are not alone in these feelings.
I couldn't have put it any better. I can so relate to your words and they are, by the way, beautifully written.
honey, what well spoken words.
I love your heart.
You're a talented writer, Leanne! It's so true...they just keep growing and getting more and more independent, and we can't do a thing to stop it. So wonderful and scary all at the same time.
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