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This mom of yours
Some days I wonder if
all I'm teaching you is mine
Really what I'm learning myself
Only a few decades behind
But willing and open to shed
the old; and acquire the new
How long do we really learn?
Asks my own forgotten childhood
With you I've rediscovered
Where I'd left off without knowing
Somewhere this dreamer awakened
Recalling my own reverie
For soon enough my butterfly
shall sprout her rainbow wings
I brace even as she readies to alight
Wonder what her journey will bring?
And I'll have to console myself
That you'll have your own landings
And even as your heart stays open
You're centered for wise navigating
And I'll rush to call and check
At every possible misstep
Perhaps, I would have learned to stop,
I think she's ok—we did talk about that.
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— reena
A simple poem, I wrote this one a while ago while raising my daughter. And one day when I looked up, I saw how much I was changing too.
And yes she did spout her wings and flew off…like they all should.
This is so heartfelt. The courage to let them go.
What a beautiful way to frame the gifts of motherhood 🩷