Fast forward, each and every child...it's a group hug by the family as we leave the light of our lives on a campus filled with strangers and pray for their safety, happiness and growth. Deep breath, letting go...it doesn't get easier.
Perhaps it's because we remember both the happy times and the not so happy times of a school year that we as parents have mixed emotions at the start of a new school year. I hope my child has a kind and understanding teacher. I hope my child has a motivating teacher. I hope my child...oh it goes on and on. And then, it becomes I hope my child and my grandchildren have a wonderful year...the circle of life. Funny, how a September morning can become a time for rumination.
Years ago, after I had lost both Grandmothers I wrote a poem. I was attempting to put into words how I was feeling then. Those feelings still ring true.
I hope you enjoy my poem and maybe a stroll down your own memory lane this September...
Footsteps of the Heart
As a child I ran with arms outstretched
Eager for praise, love without terms
As an adolescent I ran…in opposite directions
Searching for questions, answers too new for the wise
As a young mother I strolled
Reveling in generations; assuming a lifetime
They’re not here anymore
I musn’t run
My steps are slow
Pausing with memories; cherishing the past
In the tomorrow after death
When our pace begins anew
I will search
I will find them
And oh yes, oh yes
I will be running
*All For The Love Of Sam