Clump #192: Save son’s note cards.
Today I have been acutely aware of the passage of time. I found myself thinking how great it would be if the clock could stop when one sleeps. Time out? No such luck. Easter is quickly approaching and my to-do list is lengthening just as quickly.
I’m reposting the photo above of the beautiful band of spring crocuses I became infatuated with last week. This is what it looks like now:
The beautiful flowers and their colors … are … Gone.
All except one lonely daffodil, who seems to be saying, “Hey Guys, where’d you go?”
I had trouble getting in touch with our son for a Skype decision-session. So I made an executive decision to put his note card collection in the “save” pile. I gave him the Vincent Van Gogh ones. I have been increasingly aware of an undercurrent of motherly nagging in the things I have given him. “Clean your water bottle” (yesterday’s post), “Write thank you notes,” “Read this book to better yourself.”
Parenthood is always a matter of treading a fine line. The urge to nurture and make better can easily verge into the dangerous zone of : “who you are right now is not enough.”
Even when all you want to do is give them is the sun, moon and stars.
So sad to see the crocuses have gone, they were beautiful!
Ah yes, so sad! They are little messengers that remind me: Pay attention … Enjoy me now … This moment is fleeting!