The Gypsy Mama blog site has a five minute Friday where other bloggers can write on a topic and submit it. Here's mine, on the topic, "Ache":
My sons are adults. They are making their own choices now - some good, some bad. Watching the consequences unfold is achingly difficult. I used to be able to protect them. Now I can only stand by and cheer from the sidelines or provide comfort when they stumble back.
When one reveals a possible calling, my heart aches with love and hope that this one, always a caring child, can continue to help others as he always has, and that he won't be buffeted by life in the process.
When one stumbles in his resolve and is despairing, I ache that I can't fix it for him, like I used to with a Bandaid and a kiss. I must watch as he gets up yet again and tries.
I love my children. But they aren't babies anymore. I must let them stand up as men, though my heart aches sometimes. They will be all right, and one day they will watch their children grow and ache for them, too.
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...is not a bad thing to be. Many of us called daydreamers as children grew up to be poets, writers, artists. I celebrate daydreaming. It saved my mind as a child. Here are a few of my daydreams.
Becca Burke Allison
Daydreamer
I was pretty old before I figured out that being a daydreamer meant I was a writer. Couldn't figure out why I chose jobs like cook and truck driver until I realized those jobs let me work for a living while allowing much of my mind to...daydream.
I continued writing. Now it made sense.
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I don't always remember that my mom probably aches for things my brother and I go through just as I ache as I watch my babies grow. Thanks for writing this as a reminder.
But there is a Balm in Gilead, my friend. He will one day wipe away every tear.
Isaiah 40:31
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