The Prelude

It won't be too long before my children are scattered abroad on soil near and far to each find a new place to plant themselves. They will each adopt their own, custom picked families and communities. They will transform into a man or woman with distinct differences from their siblings. They may cherish values they were raised with and embrace some that were not from their early childhood training,  based on what feels right for them at the moment. I may disagree with choices in friendships or mates; I may wish for more devotion to be seen, or a particular focus to be cultivated. But in the humbleness that naturally comes with being a mother, my variance toward their personal choices must be soothed in the mind set of acceptance. 

The faster my children grow into independence, and the more mellow I become, I learn not to turn the heads of my children to see as I see. I am learning to take in the world even as that one child might be experiencing it. As I give up my narrow beliefs of how it has to be, and allow life to naturally and gently lead me, I gain an insight I would never have had by trying to unduly bend the ways of my children.
As the years dance on I celebrate the slow, ever steady process of growth. I dedicate this blog site to share the charming, sometimes frightening, journeys of my life. Maybe, also, to plant myself within a community all my own so as not to be left behind.