Today my youngest child turns 37. The one who lives in Montreal, Aaron. When I called him he said “Where did the time go?” It went through many somersaults and onto roller-coasters, traveled up and down the East Coast into Canada. Changed our lives, built new homes, created a child, my granddaughter Shaya, brought new friends, new thoughts, new insights. And it all goes by so quickly. I’ve seen the little boy who couldn’t keep still, who loved to play, to be silly, make jokes, who loved food from street-vendors, become a man, a responsible, self-sufficient man who knows how to love and be loved.
In many ways it is not easy to be a parent of adult children and see the tunnels they have to crawl through to get to the open air, to see the scratches on their knees and not be able to help, to let them make their own path, to know when to step back and let them fall down if they need to. It is, nevertheless, such a thrill to see them stand on their own, draw their own circles on the ground. It's definitely a privilege.
Posted by leya at January 3, 2005 07:01 PM