A Normal Day
“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”
― Mary Jean Irion
How did we get here? Are you wild and crazy because you are wild and crazy? Or have I become such a lax parent that I failed to parent you? We visited your preschool this morning and you seem totally out of place and just not ready for any of it. But isn't that why we are sending you? To get you some socialization, some separation? Yes. We want you to grow into whomever you will be, even if it causes me some real worry and maybe just a little guilt that I should've given you more attention or guidance or structure from the start. Or maybe, none of this matters and you are going to be exactly who you want to be . . . and here I am again, wondering, how did we get here?
Photo by Olivia Gatti
