Happiness. It's relative.
I want them to go up high
I want them to choose their steps
I want them to see the slippery rocks
But step on them anyway
I want them to grab trees they trust
But pass by the weak branches
I want them to run ahead on the climb
But turn to watch for me
I want them to be thirsty
But not want to stop
I want them to remember me
But come on their own
I love when poetry articulates ideas I have thought but never thought to write down. That was this poem for me.
Yes! I don’t think that is too much to want.
We want so much for our children but also know they are the ones to latch on to the challenge and to make good decisions along the way. And we hold our breath from afar.
Touches of poignancy, wrapped in hope. 💜