Another beautiful Autumn morning, much warmer than normal.
The lake is calm and serene, mirrored glass looking back at me as I gaze into the peacefulness. I think of time as linear lines, moments of history that I will be able to go back and hold in my hand when I am a very old woman. I have such moments with my beloved and all of my children, and I know there will be many more to share.
The Creator has fashioned me after a rock; perhaps it is this reason I am drawn to them; the only way to kill me is to crush me. Otherwise, the jagged edges from being thrown will, over time, soften with wear becoming smooth to the touch and shiny to behold. I expect when he is finished with me I will be a diamond.
As my children grew and moved away from me, I was thankful for the freedom brought with that act. I was content to have them come for Sunday dinners, sitting around the table laughing and remembering when they were younger. They began telling me things they couldn't tell me before. What they did and how they knew they would have been in trouble. Nothing monumental or illegal; just silly things or adventurous that they knew would make a mother's heart pound with worry. The feeling of little fingers wrapped around mine as they clasped my hand as we crossed a busy street has never left me. The memory of sweet kisses on my cheek and grubby arms around my neck is as fresh as yesterday.
Often times we would telephone the ones who lived too far to travel often, sometimes to verify such adventures, or just to hear their voices. It very seldom led to an argument or a negative response. Good-natured sibling rivalry, there is always an attempt to do one better than the other. I came to the realization that I have raised good citizens and responsible, healthful adults.
I have been put on this earth to be a mother, something I always knew I was going to be. I taught them to be proud of themselves and each other, to look out for one another and to always defend them if they are in trouble. It is now second nature to them.
I also came to the conclusion that I could relive those feelings with my furry four legged children. A different kind of training needed, but the basics are the same. They want to love you, just like your children. They want to feel needed, just like children. Although it may be the kind of children some may ever have, the feelings they provoke are real and intense. They are my babies. I wouldn't say that I love them more than my human offspring, but they are a close second. My beloved and I are teaching them to take care of each other and to look out for one another.
As I wake to wet kisses on my cheeks and let them out for their morning run, I am reminded of mornings long past. Instead of crunchy cereal and milk in bowls for breakfast, I fill the shiny bowls on the floor with crunchy dog food and water.
Their eyes still say the same thing.
Thanks, Mom.
The lake is calm and serene, mirrored glass looking back at me as I gaze into the peacefulness. I think of time as linear lines, moments of history that I will be able to go back and hold in my hand when I am a very old woman. I have such moments with my beloved and all of my children, and I know there will be many more to share.
The Creator has fashioned me after a rock; perhaps it is this reason I am drawn to them; the only way to kill me is to crush me. Otherwise, the jagged edges from being thrown will, over time, soften with wear becoming smooth to the touch and shiny to behold. I expect when he is finished with me I will be a diamond.
As my children grew and moved away from me, I was thankful for the freedom brought with that act. I was content to have them come for Sunday dinners, sitting around the table laughing and remembering when they were younger. They began telling me things they couldn't tell me before. What they did and how they knew they would have been in trouble. Nothing monumental or illegal; just silly things or adventurous that they knew would make a mother's heart pound with worry. The feeling of little fingers wrapped around mine as they clasped my hand as we crossed a busy street has never left me. The memory of sweet kisses on my cheek and grubby arms around my neck is as fresh as yesterday.
Often times we would telephone the ones who lived too far to travel often, sometimes to verify such adventures, or just to hear their voices. It very seldom led to an argument or a negative response. Good-natured sibling rivalry, there is always an attempt to do one better than the other. I came to the realization that I have raised good citizens and responsible, healthful adults.
I have been put on this earth to be a mother, something I always knew I was going to be. I taught them to be proud of themselves and each other, to look out for one another and to always defend them if they are in trouble. It is now second nature to them.
I also came to the conclusion that I could relive those feelings with my furry four legged children. A different kind of training needed, but the basics are the same. They want to love you, just like your children. They want to feel needed, just like children. Although it may be the kind of children some may ever have, the feelings they provoke are real and intense. They are my babies. I wouldn't say that I love them more than my human offspring, but they are a close second. My beloved and I are teaching them to take care of each other and to look out for one another.
As I wake to wet kisses on my cheeks and let them out for their morning run, I am reminded of mornings long past. Instead of crunchy cereal and milk in bowls for breakfast, I fill the shiny bowls on the floor with crunchy dog food and water.
Their eyes still say the same thing.
Thanks, Mom.
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