Today. Its arrived. When Matt left I was gutted and cored; crying so much I ran out of Kleenex and resorted to using sales receipts. Today I awaken to a text from him. He is not the boy who flew the coop - having grown into a man. My son, whom I admire in so many ways. The text he sent me was taken by his friend Tyler, who snapped a photo of him lifting a girl - reminiscent of a dance pose. I thought to myself, how ironic I would receive this photo of my son in college spotting a girl as my daughter who will be studying dance and dentistry leaves today. Its Kennas turn. Tears will be shed ... I dont do change well. Like a fish floundering about out of the water I seem to always go kicking and screaming. But this change - a blessing. As much as it hurts. The pain welcomed. The dichotomy of life prevails. Shes ready. Im excited. Im left thinking how fortunate many of us are to be parents who witness this growth of stretching and realizing potential. Weve done our jobs, given our best -- now its their turn. How exciting to watch them fly!
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 09:56:56 +0000
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