The days pass and our yard, like YaYa, is in a constant state of change and bloom. I watch and wait impatiently for the Jasmine to bloom and bring forth it's enveloping aroma. Above it the Magnolia grows, its flowers open and quickly fall to the ground. They too have a fragrance and life line all their own. Sadly, their beauty lasts only a day or so and the pedals fall to the ground.
The plum tree catches my eye. I notice its branches growing heavy from its ripening fruit. Amazingly its branches support their weight. Like us, it must let some of its offerings go so that others may flourish.
I too am learning to let go though it is never easy. I try to teach YaYa new things each day. To help her grow and to be a beautiful and strong individual like the magnolia and the plum trees.
Quickly, the infant in her slips farther and farther away. How I cherish and adore holding her little body in my arms. Sadly, soon she won't fit there. How can such a conflict exist in my heart and mind? The excitement of watching her learn and grow and at the same time feeling the sorrow of slowly leaving the baby in her behind. This is as God intended. Thankfully, I have the flowers and fruit in my garden to remind me to enjoy today for all it offers for tomorrow it too will just be a memory.
The plum tree catches my eye. I notice its branches growing heavy from its ripening fruit. Amazingly its branches support their weight. Like us, it must let some of its offerings go so that others may flourish.
Quickly, the infant in her slips farther and farther away. How I cherish and adore holding her little body in my arms. Sadly, soon she won't fit there. How can such a conflict exist in my heart and mind? The excitement of watching her learn and grow and at the same time feeling the sorrow of slowly leaving the baby in her behind. This is as God intended. Thankfully, I have the flowers and fruit in my garden to remind me to enjoy today for all it offers for tomorrow it too will just be a memory.
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Funny how we want our kids to hurry and grow a little so they can keep up with up us, potty-train them so quickly, always hurry hurry hurry.
Then before we know it, you can never go back to those days.
"Sadly, soon she won't fit there."
Man, woman, I still hold my little girl even tho she is 37 in tall and I am 63". She takes up more than half my body when I hold her. I probably look ridiculous! But I grab her everyday and hold and hug her to pieces. I was never hugged much after I got older by my mom, but, I shan't be this way!
OF course, I know you speak of more than just physical hugging and physically letting go. I am trying to say I will be there for her, altho she grows like a weed, without my permission, ha!
I keep a picture of her, one of my favs, and she is about 11 mos, by my bed. I have a sticky attached to it that I scribbled "Remember, it all goes by too fast" to remind me to enjoy every day. Of course every day cannot filed with proverbial roses and sunshine, but one does their best. Your flowers offer that same reminder.
Live in the now and enjoy it! Oh, how Zen of us! (true Zen, not the kind packed and bottled like you see in so many stores today. Ugh.)
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