|This is the inspiration for the painting…
Phoebe on her way out the door to Pre School.
Her feet never touched the ground…
|I still have the tiny Tap Shoes
She wore them for a year
Hand Me Down from her
Tap Dancing cousins
…..It all goes Toooo fast.
|How can this little boy…be going to a dinner/dance? he’s too little.|
|who is this?|
Kids grow up every day, in homes all over the world. It is what is supposed to happen and part of the bigger picture. Why is it then, that when it happens to you, before YOUR very eyes, that it feels like you have been Had? That you are brought to your knees, humbled by the powers that be, who hold much more in their hands than you ever will. When you hold close your tiny babies (especially when they sleep), you are lulled to a place that you never what to leave, where everything just fits perfectly. You hold true love, right there in your arms.
And then you get distracted and you open your arms and a child grows up. It is the way it is supposed to be. Like the sun is supposed to set. And I thank GOD every day that I have my children and that they are healthy and strong and happy.
I am glad I took a lot of pictures. I am glad that I am their Mother and that I will be able to one day hold their children.
…But I must confess, I really miss my babies…and feet that never touch the ground.
P.S. late addition…it just occurred to me that today, 13 years ago, was Phoebe’s Due date. Wow.