Leaving The Nest

This is the time of year many graduates are leaving their nests, torn from their mother’s breasts and flying away with wings of their own. Long ago I realized that a mother’s job is not to hold, but to help mould and then to let go. Letting go, that last part, for me was the hardest of the triage in helping nurture my children into young adulthood. Without any manual, I know I have made mistakes along the way, as I am often reminded by my ‘perfect’ children, but my heart was always in the right place and beating in their behalf. As their mother, I have always encouraged their dreams and hopefully, given them strong wings to fly away to their destinies.

I dedicated my first book, Behind The Magic Mirror, to my three children and this is what came from my heart:

My journey began before you came. I didn’t know, part of the way, you were to walk with me.

I traveled unknowingly, seeking roads along the way. Looking for that perfect life. An Eden where we could stay.

Sometimes the way was unclear. We often journeyed in darkness, misguided by my ignorance, complicated by my innocence.

I have taken you places you may never have been had destiny not chosen you to travel along with me.

Your journey will take its own course. And as was meant to be, I will continue along my paths, guided by choices yet unknown to me.

Take my hand and bid farewell. Our paths to touch now and then.

Each journey’s day I feel blessed it was meant to be, part of the way, You were to walk with me.