Ready to Fly
Canon 5D Mark ll, 70-2002.8L, 200 focal length, 2.8 aperture, 1/400 shutter, 400 ISO
I see you there, perched up high, ready to fly. Like a mama bird, I buzz the perimeter, looking for predators, my heart aching and believing at the same time. “You can do it”, I say out loud, puffing up my chest with pride. “But, please wait…” my heart whispers quietly, it’s strings still attached and flailing. But I know. It’s time.
It’s time to fly.
But can I tell you? I am proud of you. I am proud of who you have become. I find myself wanting to be like you, and this fills me with wonder, how a mother can want to be like the children she has raised. Only God can do that. I am so grateful for our time we have shared in our little nest here. I knew it wouldn’t last forever. But, I have loved every second of it. Every high and every low. Every tantrum and tear. Every dance. Every splash in the pool by the back porch.
Friends Waiting for You
May I tell you? You have brought color to my world. The deep browns and blues of your eyes. Your laughter that pours out like watercolors on parched paper. The giggles that soared towards the heavens like shimmering bubbles, popping and spattering down again. Before you, I was less. Less rich, less deep, less full. Just less. I didn’t know it, until you. Now I am more. Because you are, I will never be the same. You made me a mother.
Color to My World
And now, other lands are calling. Your wings ache to fly. I understand. I did not raise you to keep all the love inside you. It was always meant to be shared, poured out on thirsty hearts. The love of God that now resides in you, makes you who you are. It is why I want to be like you. We have loved you and raised you to love others as well. True love flows out, never growing stagnant, and constantly refills itself. It is the river of life.
Love Meant to Be Shared
I am proud to call you mine, my Three. All unique, all wonderful. All followers of Christ. What more could a mother possibly want? I bless you, and I am always here, watching from a distance.
Now, fly!
What is Next?
Forever Friend
Heart Rock Treasure
Words of Truth
Isaiah 60:4,5 ~ “Lift up your eyes and look about you: All assemble and come to you; your sons come from afar, and your daughters are carried on the hip. Then you will look and be radiant, your heart will throb and swell with joy;”.
3 Comments
I was just trying to get my day started and now this big ache in my throat.
Our children are glorious; greatness wrapped up in their bones.
Its hard to let them stand alone but they are held by who they are and what they can’t see.
Every stain on my floor says this is their home but I can feel the wind of a new season; their lives stand before the open door.
I will fight back the ache with the belief the best is yet to come.
I beg to differ, Daddy–I blame the stains on the dogs.
Oh, parents, you made me cry. I love you both so much. And Momma, I appreciate how trendy and insightful my room looks through your lens. You got the best parts 😉
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