When one is not in the nest...

We move on with our daily duties

as we should

We think about the one that is not here every day

as we should

We do our homework, we clean our house, we eat our meals

as we should

We answer questions from the one's too young to understand what is going on

as we should

We worry.

as we should

I saw a quote today:

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
... They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

I know our children are not "ours" yet it is so hard when one isn't 'in the nest'. When you feel helpless although you feel you have much help to give. We hope for a glimmer of the one we miss, we dwell on last words.

I worry.

as I should

I love you, Megan. And I miss you.

Mom
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