(right at this very moment, lauren is in the next room recording a song she and her friend sarah wrote together. they are harmonizing. and i can hear that third part, the alto part, like i can hear my own heartbeat. and it is taking everything in me not to jump off my chair, run into the living room and sing along.
but i won't.
this is lauren's thing. and as much a i would love to be asked to join them, it is better that they don't ask, and it is better that i don't join them. in a funky, almost-sad-but-not-really sense, there is almost a deeper joy in seeing them use their gifts without you.
we stand in the sun with our necks craned, look up, shade our eyes with our hand, and watch them fly.)
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Bittersweet, but more sweet than bitter, certainly...I have tears as I read your metaphor of craning our necks, shading our eyes and watching the flight of our sweet ones. So soon they go, but I guess I wouldn't have it any other way. Sniff...where are my 'Puffs Plus'?
Precious, is what it is! It seems as if the next generation flies so much sooner than the last. Will it always be so? At least we will all meet oneday in heaven and have all the time in the ....no, not the world,in the universe!
Been there and oh, I understand that ache. The conflict of wanting to be a part (and we would have some good input, wouldn't we??) and then knowing this is their time, their life. That life that we poured so much in to is now finding it's own way. (Although, they did get those musical genes from us...ok, we had nothing to do with it!) :)
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