Mine to Love, Not to Keep
As I ran down the sidewalk holding the bicycle seat as my daughter learned to ride, I was reluctant to let go. If I let go, she might fall. She might get hurt. She might hit her head. Did I struggle to release my grip? Yep. However, I knew she couldn’t succeed until I did.
Let go of the bike, but not the Love. Then, appreciate her journey from alongside her.
Sleigh-ing It
The sea of children with red and green hats began with Christmas poetry. After the first, the audience applauded, and my Little’s face brightened. As she realized the clapping was a recognition, an enormous smile spread slowly over her face and expanded into the room. Next poem began and my Little was really feeling it.