Sigh.
I realize that I can’t change any of the events that have happened in my life. I know I can’t bring you back and I truly DO try to look forward and not backwards; but some days ... I wonder.
I wonder if you stand by me as I watch my children stumble, fumble and bumble through life. Have you seen me cry after our many screaming matches? Do you feel my heart swell with pride as I watch the young woman that Bitchy is becoming? Do you nod your head knowingly as I watch Sassy fight like a tiger on the field of play? Do you send me advice as I struggle to help the Golden Boy find his way?
Yeah, I often wonder.
My heart returns to you often, hoping that you feel its truth, that you feel my strength and that you feel my love. And when I despair and struggle and painfully put one foot in front of the other, are you the one who lifts me?
Yes.
I wonder.
I wonder if you stand by me as I watch my children stumble, fumble and bumble through life. Have you seen me cry after our many screaming matches? Do you feel my heart swell with pride as I watch the young woman that Bitchy is becoming? Do you nod your head knowingly as I watch Sassy fight like a tiger on the field of play? Do you send me advice as I struggle to help the Golden Boy find his way?
Yeah, I often wonder.
My heart returns to you often, hoping that you feel its truth, that you feel my strength and that you feel my love. And when I despair and struggle and painfully put one foot in front of the other, are you the one who lifts me?
Yes.
I wonder.
(Sometimes, if I listen very, very hard, I can hear you laugh...)
