President Obama famously described having kids as living with a piece of your heart, out there, wandering around in the world
And today, two pieces of my heart are not wandering, but sliding, gracefully down the snow-covered slope
In front of me
Sometimes slowing within reach, others wrapping around the bend, and drifting out of sight
When a piece of your heart is out there, in the world, wandering,
and, sometimes, hurting
The push and pull of being Papa rears its head
Keep them safe, above all
And, paradoxically, cheerlead them towards adventure, bravado,
and expansion, into this wide, wild world.
Some say that what you want for your child is just a mirror to what you want for yourself.
And maybe this is true
But when it rears its head as uneasy, unrealistic, and unfair expectations
It perches, extra weight, atop the shoulders of these two pieces of my heart.
But still, they say
We can do it, Papa
They carry this weight, without fear, or resentment, or scorn
and glide, silently in front of me,
gracefully making their way around the bend
It took me a moment to realize the snow was real- youre not at home anymore! Now I see the bend and your boys flashing away from you and out of sight. Perfect metaphor to accompany your opening quote. I am even seeing red on white- heart on snow- somehow.
That heart walking out into the world is real…it’s a physical ache sometimes. You capture parenthood so well.
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