You raise them.
You teach them.
You keep them safe.
You wipe their poopy butts.
You argue over curfew.
You check homework.
You check their pockets.
You write checks.
You do all of this in the name of LOVE, which is sometimes hard, sometimes sublime.
Then they grow-up, and make mistakes, and fall down, and you can’t kiss the booboo’s anymore.
And, you have to remember to B-R-E-A-T-H.
But, no one tells you how much you will miss them when they leave they leave they leave.
Suddenly, your wishing for a pile of laundry, four TVs at full volume, doors slamming, multiple dinners cooking, the cry of ‘MOM’ coming through walls.
You realize that the once hectic, often times infuriated, full-up corners of your heart are quiet- but not empty- because, you now have the honor of knowing amazing adults, who are creating themselves, growing in the furrows of your labor, ready to bloom.
And you know you’ve sown well- chosen the best seeds, planted at the proper depth, provided light, and the occasional pruning.
But mostly, nourished them well (Not too much. Not too little) because your reservoir ran deep…
|Our daughter, Bryn, recently came for a visit- so fun!!!
After ‘Pop’n Tags’ (thank you OneFunnyMotha)
on Magazine Street all damn day long, we needed a break (well, I did)
so we scooted in to the nearest cafe to take a load off, and have an iced tea (of course).
This is one of their table set-ups.
Looks like they were expecting me.
|The Reservoir Cafe
2045 Magazine St.