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HOlding on TIght
May 15 2016
~ ~ ~
Dearest Daughter Z,
You like to move. From birth, or even before, you insisted on moving. Unhappy with just sitting, you cried if I didn’t hold you and we weren’t moving. Moving comforts you. It is soothing to your soul. The energy inside of you needs a release. This release is through movement.
We are all energy. Energy moves. It is not stagnant. When it is still, it becomes heavy. When we do not progress, we become heavy. Heavy in thought, word, and deed. Growth is not possible, without movement.
Movement can be slow or fast, smooth or bumpy, graceful or unbalanced.
Sometimes it is beautiful and harmonious, often it is not.
Life certainly is an adventure, an adventure through movement.
As you end your elementary years, moving as the speed of light, I watch.
Savoring a second to reflect on your movement through these eleven years of life, I remember. How can it be that you are 11? Yesterday, I gave birth.
Today, you are graduating fifth grade and moving to middle school.
You are uneasy now with your movements.
Confidence has been replaced with caution.
My once secure daughter worries about her place in this world.
I see it, because I know it myself. My inner child longs for the days,
when time was now. A moment in the woods, riding a bike, swimming in a lake, or playing with friends; movements long past, but still remembered.
Teen years are fast, bumpy, and unbalanced, so hold on tight.
There will be days when you are upset with the state of the world, your friends, your sister, and your parents. Know that I too am moving with you, simultaneously.
For your growth is my growth. As you move, just like you did as an infant, I need to move. Movement is exhilarating and scary, all at the same time.
Hold on to your inner child, your Mom, your Home, and your Self.
We are all here, cheering you forward, for our growth relies on yours.
Love,
Mom
~ ~ ~
Susan J. McFarland
www.susanjmcfarland.com
~ ~ ~
Dearest Daughter Z,
You like to move. From birth, or even before, you insisted on moving. Unhappy with just sitting, you cried if I didn’t hold you and we weren’t moving. Moving comforts you. It is soothing to your soul. The energy inside of you needs a release. This release is through movement.
We are all energy. Energy moves. It is not stagnant. When it is still, it becomes heavy. When we do not progress, we become heavy. Heavy in thought, word, and deed. Growth is not possible, without movement.
Movement can be slow or fast, smooth or bumpy, graceful or unbalanced.
Sometimes it is beautiful and harmonious, often it is not.
Life certainly is an adventure, an adventure through movement.
As you end your elementary years, moving as the speed of light, I watch.
Savoring a second to reflect on your movement through these eleven years of life, I remember. How can it be that you are 11? Yesterday, I gave birth.
Today, you are graduating fifth grade and moving to middle school.
You are uneasy now with your movements.
Confidence has been replaced with caution.
My once secure daughter worries about her place in this world.
I see it, because I know it myself. My inner child longs for the days,
when time was now. A moment in the woods, riding a bike, swimming in a lake, or playing with friends; movements long past, but still remembered.
Teen years are fast, bumpy, and unbalanced, so hold on tight.
There will be days when you are upset with the state of the world, your friends, your sister, and your parents. Know that I too am moving with you, simultaneously.
For your growth is my growth. As you move, just like you did as an infant, I need to move. Movement is exhilarating and scary, all at the same time.
Hold on to your inner child, your Mom, your Home, and your Self.
We are all here, cheering you forward, for our growth relies on yours.
Love,
Mom
~ ~ ~
Susan J. McFarland
www.susanjmcfarland.com