Professor Sharon

I was going to write about a few things today – being the day we embark on our adventure. Then, I checked my email which took me to my daughter’s blog, where first I cried. Then I reread it and was deeply honored.

I was a young mother, at least compared to today’s young people. And, beyond having goals and dreaming dreams for my children; anything I say now about raising them is really hindsight. I do know that in the moment, I talked and reflected alot about what I was doing. Hubby and I talked endless hours all the time about each decision we made about the children. Our dream: to see them become kind, contributing, loved and loving adults with a bit of humility.

Both have become that. My daughter is one of the most amazing women and mothers I know and have ever known. To think I had some doing in that is more than any words could express.

So today, instead of writing about the beautiful snow dunes in the back yard, the scary thought that I’m getting on a plane with a head cold (and eustachian tube dysfunction), or anything mundane, I write to say that I’m proud to be the parent of these children.

I shall miss incredibly the daily contact with my daughter – although with Skype I’m hopeful it will not be weeks at a time.

While some folks believe those apron strings get cut, I’m more inclined to think they’re actually quite elastic – coming and going as needed. With all my little girl has been through in the last year; I’m hopeful, as always, that those strings are a bit like a net – there when needed with a bit of bounce.

And, I guess I am off to seek new dreams. My gramma, without words, and only with her heart, showed me through her love that seeking dreams was the stuff of life. She raised twelve children while housecleaning, but I think would have loved to do all that I’m doing.

More than one friend has said how “brave” I am. I guess so – mostly I want to seek out myself. Am I doing all I can to be the reason I am here?

Life is more than challenging at times; it plain sucks – but in the end our dreams are what keep our heart marching toward the big castle!

P.S. I shall remember the coins and the tea cups too!