Can you remember being a child,
on Christmas Eve?
The excitement, the anticipation?
The day seemed endless,
and the thought of tomorrow,
and all it would bring,
made it impossible,
to sit still, eat or think clearly.
I remember clearly the sadness felt,
as I said “Goodbye” to her at the airport.
The other parents seemed to find it easy,
but I had to hurriedly leave,
due to a temporary over production of tears.
As I left,
my daughters words rang clearly in my ears,
“Oh mum, you’re a disaster”.
The feelings I had that day,
as I “bravely” waved her off,
were that parenting seemed to be,
all about good byes and endings.
The bonds that we believe,
will tie us forever,
so closely with our children,
are in fact not unbreakable.
The realization as I waved her off,
that that bond,
between my first born and I was loosening,
was gut wrenching.
I was helpless to stop it.
She was growing up.
She was an adult.
It is now three months later.
For many of you that time flew by,
but for myself I counted it,
not in months, but days.
We’ve had a wonderful Summer,
but without one of our brood,
something was missing.
However tomorrow she returns.
Just over twenty four hours to go.
As I go about my daily tasks,
every so often my heart leaps in my chest,
she is coming home.
Even when I do not remember,
I can still feel a smile on my face,
and inside in my heart,
there is a lightness and joy,
because even when I forget,
my heart remembers without prompting,
that a piece of it that I gave away,
Just one more sleep!