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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