Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on season.
Neither does the tree hold back its leaves but lets them flow open or glide away when the time is right. –MARY OLIVER
We are in a season of serious change.
Not just with the weather getting cooler and not just with the leaves falling and being swept away by the wind.
But with the change occurring in our home.
When the time is right, you lead us to our next step and our next milestone.
You know when it's time to glide away.
It is the season of so many friends and sports.
Our oldest is applying for jobs.
Our youngest is getting less and less little.
Our oldest looks grown.
Our youngest looks like he is in the space between.
As we watch you grow into these actual people, I realize that all I can do is continue to be here, quietly. Watch over you, quietly.
Keep our foundation strong.
Keep our love as a guide.
And remind you we are where you started, where it all started. And we will continue to be right here.
And this mother of yours, the one that was petrified to have you, the one that has fallen in love with motherhood, the one that struggles with milestones, is watching you glide away.
I am beyond lucky to have this front-row seat.
I have watched you become.
I have watched you mature.
I have watched you love.
I have watched you play.
I have watched you learn what you love.
I have watched you figure out how to spend your time and who with.
I have watched you.
But I get it.
It is time for a lot of changes.
You are ready and leading the way.
The season has come and as you break free and let the breeze glide you down your very own path, I will hold strong and watch.