Having a child is like wearing your heart outside of your body.
Erma Bombeck
SecondSon bought a new house. We went to see it today. I love it! He loves it! The house itself needs work, yes, but it’s definitely worthy of being called Home. The land on which Home sets upon is DIVINE. I love it! He loves it!
Home is two hours away from me. I don’t love it! Neither does he!
And yet… he ventures on into this new territory. Excited, wide-eyed, full of ideas, dreams, hopes. I love it! He loves it!
The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that — a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.
Debra Ginsberg
I am finding this to be one of my most difficult seasons. SecondSon and ThirdSon live two hours and 26 hours away. I feel their absence deep into my bones and I ache. And yet, I rejoice for them. They’re living their lives out loud and making a splash. How can I be anything but beside them in excitement, encouragement, and elation?
Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There’s no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.
Gail Tsukiyama
And so, I’m learning to hold both. I’m learning to hold both deep gladness and deeper sadness within my heart, into the marrow of my bones. I am learning to show them my smiles and hip-hip-hurrah’s, saving my tears for the prayer closet and conversations with God and Husband.
Motherhood is the biggest gamble in the world. It is the glorious life force. It’s huge and scary — it’s an act of infinite optimism.
Gilda Radner
I see how my FiveBeautifulSouls are each journeying so bravely, so full of wonder and awe and a willingness to RISK and fail and try again and fall and get up and go at it again… and I feel proud. I’ve done well that my children would love themselves and honor their dreams enough to follow them, even when those dreams take them far from me. I have taught them to LIVE FULLY, to grab life by the short ones and give a good goddamn yank. I love it!
The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.
Elaine Heffner
Perhaps I’ll move someday or perhaps they’ll move again… and we’ll find ourselves closer in physical proximity. One thing I know is that our bond, our emotional proximity, is as tight-close-nestled-in as ever, regardless of where any of us call Home. There are no neighborhoods or states between our heartbeats. I love it!
If today you find yourself missing someone, me too. I really dig where you’re at right now. Perhaps walking beside each other for a stretch would help us both to remember that no distance or time can separate us from our loved ones. We are one. Always. Forever. No matter what… and here’s a hug.
Edge-y, joyful, pondering…
Lisa
Intuitive Healer & Spiritual Guide
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