It happens every time
I wave goodbye to one of my kids,
and invariably stumble into a sea of melancholy.
The memories are warm and
I float around with eyes closed,
immersed in a time
when all four of our cubs were with us..
Week-end bar-b-ques, working on school projects, Christmas mornings, lazy Sunday afternoons..
busted curfews, dented fenders, slammed doors, broken hearts.
one by one,
they grew into their oversized paws and
wandered off to explore new plains..
as they should have..
The water becomes chilly
and I open my eyes
taking a moment to praise God
for the inner potential each one of our kids is realizing
because of us,
in spite of us
away from us.