As a child,
I thought parenting was
finger painting,
peanut butter sandwiches,
bedtime stories.
As a teen,
I thought parenting was
curfews,
Thanksgiving dinner,
driving lessons.
As a new mother
I thought parenting was
wonder,
fear,
connection.
Sitting with my 91 year old father,
I realize parenting is
a road through the forest —
beauty, peace, adventure
married with
doubt, waywardness, loss.
A road
I would traverse
again and again
with love.
inspired by Carlos Andres Gomez’s “Father”.
Reflecting. Discovering. Learning.
a spark to linger along the way
making mistakes in plain site
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Profound words about parenting. Your structure built it up. Your last stanza is so true… “A road
I would traverse
again and again
with love. ”
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