She’s a Butterfly!“Pretty as a crimson sky…” I raised her all on my own. Now she is whole and ready to fly…daughter o’ mine is in graduate school and studying hard. She is hardly ever here any more and I miss her terribly.
But I know she must leave home and is that not what all good parents want? When she was an infant, I read a passage in a breastfeeding book about how all too soon “your baby will leave you to go to school”. I remember sobbing my heart out at the thought of my baby turning into a little girl and trotting off to school one day! That day did come and we were both ready, though bittersweet it was. Since then, we have had many leave takings and comings but I know that we are headed towards home plate now.
My experience with mothering has been wonderful but poignant. I did not want to be a single mother – it was forced upon me when she was barely twelve months. But I loved the role of mother and enjoyed nearly every moment. She made it easy. When someone compliments me on my daughter, I always reply, “I had excellent raw material”. She was born good and I know how lucky I am.
And so this year, she’s a butterfly….”like the purest light in a darkened world; so much hope inside such a lovely girl…You should see her fly, it’s almost magical, it makes you wanna cry, she’s so beautiful…God bless the butterfly, give her strength to fly, God bless the butterfly!”
2 Comments
Donna
Dear Nan,
I'm sorry I didn't see your comment earlier. I'm going to try to post more often now – I was studying for an exam for work. Love your mothering comments. Funny, I picked up a knitting book recently and almost bought it. However, it was all knits for children! I remember my little one in handknits I poured my heart into making. Another joyful part of mothering….Thank you for your comment. Come back again…
Nan
This was so wonderful. The first day of kindergarten for both my kids, I went to the grocery store, and could barely walk through without tears. I kept thinking about them in the shopping cart and then later when they would try to push it themselves. I love being a mother and I miss them around the house too. I am thankful they live near. I found you from a comment you left on Under the Gables.