What To Do When Your Son Flies Away

January 1, 2018


Minutes before, he was sitting there in the car.


I could hear his voice


We walked together

across the grass


He was somehow still under my wing


I asked him if he was scared


But it was me who was frightened


Fearful of the wind, of the heights and of change


In a moment he lifted off and was gone


Soaring with the wind and closer to the sun


And me still small and standing upon the soil.


I remember Rumi's words: love him as the archer loves the arrow, even as it flies from the bow


There is something in this for me


I must let my son be my teacher


I must learn to let go of the fear that I have cultivated, of the wind and the heights and the change


I must learn to be like him and rise closer to the sun




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