It happens every time
I wave goodbye to one of my kids,
and invariably stumble into a sea of melancholy.
The water is warm and inviting as I float around with eyes closed,
immersed in memories of 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..
and to thank Him once again
for my ever patient,
(Stanley Cup obsessed)
king of the jungle..
still hangin’ out with me
in the tree.