Hej.
I am watching my kids grow up every day, right in front of my eyes, and there is nothing much I can do but grasp even a little piece of their hem, hold on to their fingertips, as they pull away toward some unknown thing that is beckoning them forward.
I know it needs to be this way. I know that all mothers reach and grasp the same tiny bits of their children whenever they can.
It's hard, though.
It does make you savor them in those momentary lapses, when they crawl back up onto your lap and melt. We do have that.
More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt
Labels: kids, swimming as the night grows darker, Tara
posted by Tara Thayer at
10:44 PM
6 Comments:
I really love the lanterns shot. looks like a wonderful time.
your writing is really beautiful you know....thank you.
beth
Having both boys in middle school has hit me like a ton of bricks. So many changes...and I'm not the one that knows it all anymore. Last week we went on an owl hike which started at 8:30pm. When we finally reached the woods it was pitch dark. Both boys held my hand as we walked through the forest listening for the owls. A memory that I will cherish for a long time to come.
it is so fleeting...thank goodness we're capturing it all through the lens of our cameras...i think we'll be grateful for that one day.
love your photos today, tara.
Tara, I stopped over after a visit with Julochka. Lovely pictures and story. I, too, have a big family and your words today touch that spot that is always aching. I think you may like this story: http://110penned.blogspot.com/2009/05/bricks-that-stick.html. Enjoy...
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