Two weeks ago my daughter celebrated her sixteenth birthday.
For all of her life, apart from some time at the beginning when she shared ours, she has slept in a single bed - sometimes at the bottom of a bunk bed, later in her own room.
A year ago she was promised a new bed.
Today it arrived – you can’t rush these things.
On Sunday night as she packed her bag before a week sleeping at school, we discussed where this new bed would go and what would move – and suddenly she was in tears and overwhelmed.
Sobs cascading onto her carpet.
On Monday she said goodbye at the school gate looking like a confident and independent teenager.
Today her mum and I dismantled the old bed, packed the content of desk and wardrobe into boxes to facilitate moving them – and suddenly she was in tears and overwhelmed.
Mum.
I found her sitting in the kitchen holding a tiny pair of (first) ballet shoes and sobbing.
“Its all gone too quickly”, tears cascading onto her lap.
I know this to be true - It’s my birthday today.
Tonight we will reunite from separate days and share hot food by a hot fire.
And suddenly I’ll be in tears and overwhelmed.
On Monday she said goodbye at the school gate looking like a confident and independent teenager.
Today her mum and I dismantled the old bed, packed the content of desk and wardrobe into boxes to facilitate moving them – and suddenly she was in tears and overwhelmed.
Mum.
I found her sitting in the kitchen holding a tiny pair of (first) ballet shoes and sobbing.
“Its all gone too quickly”, tears cascading onto her lap.
I know this to be true - It’s my birthday today.
Tonight we will reunite from separate days and share hot food by a hot fire.
And suddenly I’ll be in tears and overwhelmed.
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Has been a crazy day at work. Just got this in under the wire.
Watch:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4SLSlSmW74&feature=related
and
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjF1bG5LUcs&feature=related
Mx
A moving post... To prevent Time from flying too fast away, I used to imagine myself much older, and tried to see this "older self" looking back at my (then present) teenage self. Does it sound crazy? well, a bit, I suppose... but it helped me keep the connection with the fibers of the time cloth we are made of.
Mary!
Wings?!!?
ps i really appreciate the thought :-)
On the contrary Mafalda, it sounds very sensible - i wonder if they would listen to each other though?
Now a time cloth, i would like one of those!
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Loved this post.
Thank you vicki, it's funny how sometimes things fall into place when you write and at other times its a holy mess.
Bit like life itself i guess.
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