AT What Point

Life delivers us where it wants us to be. In the lives that call our names and the hearts that bring out the best and the worst in us all. Some where in between we discover that the ones we once called our children become grown adults with children of their own. Its sometimes hard to decipher where our lives end and theirs begin.  Some cling to us and want us by their sides always. While some of our children flourish well without our guidance. Perhaps, kudos for a job well done as they were little. No matter what they say or how they grow they take a part of us with them where ever they go. Just as we retain whatever we can from them. If we are lucky we can receive a year  by year scrapbook of them and their kids as we watch our grand kids grow. There are not handbooks that can tell us step by step on how to love what we create. There is however several opinions on ways to follow up on what we begin. How do we let them grow and not interfere? How do we watch from a distance when they require such a small amount of our knowledge. At what point do we back away as parents and let them experience life for what it is...Its a learning experience that holds much more than just skinned knees. It frightening at times as a parent to let your child go and to just remember that they are adults. Teach them to weigh the pros and the cons. To ask in depth questions of life and how it works. Most of all....to treat others the way you want to be treated, with respect and keeping your morals as your guiding light behind the choices you make. If we have left our children with these guidelines then maybe its at that point when we can hope that they will allow us to play a few innings once in a while in their lives. All we can do is pray that God will keep them safe and Guide them as they fulfill his plan for their lives. Hoping along the way that they remember that no one is perfect. We made mistakes with them and they will do the same. Just always remember......pick up the pieces and start again.....someone is watching and learning all they do.....for at this point they are now the adults setting their own examples for all the little ones to observe, interrupt and play out as they grow.

The Package Wasn't For Me

As I sat there agitated and selfish I heard a voice raging inside of me. I become so consumed with my aggravation of the situation in front of me that I failed to see what was around me. In moments passing my anger started to disappear as I heard a beautiful sound next to me. As I turned to see what I was hearing I realized it was my daughter. She was singing. A beautiful voice that I hadn’t heard sing for many months. I was never for sure why she stopped but she did. Now she was singing like an angel. It turned out that the package in front of us wasn’t supposed to be for me. It was a delivery for her. Funny, how we often believe that everything in this world is wrapped around what we need or want. We often fail to see that the world is much more complicated than what lies right in front of us.