I have always loved my children so fiercely that it was sometimes terrifying. I had to cultivate a sense that they would be alright. That I had given them everything I knew to help them make it through this world.
I also believed that our connection was so strong that if they were to cry out for me from anywhere, I would hear them.
I was not always the best mother, but I always did the best I knew how.
If they did not come home on time, or call, I told myself that my worrying about them would not keep them safe. And yet I sent out signals to the universe to keep them safe, to help them find their way. Whatever that might be and for whatever good it did.
Maybe it was only good for me in the long run, but I tried.
It isn't easy to allow adult children to be who they are and find their own way. But love is so strong that anything is possible. Nothing can ever sever the love that ties me to each of my children..
Nothing.
They are as much a part of me as the heart in my chest.
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