18 September 2008

Rae Turnbull

It's hard when your child
Is very small,
And needs your constant care.
You try to keep her
From slipping on stairs
When she's learning to walk.
You try to keep her warm
When she's cold.
And cool when it's hot.
You try to keep her happy,
And, above all, keep her safe.
But it's harder still
When she no longer needs
Or wants
Your constant vigilance.
And you can't be there
When she trips and falls
And makes her own mistakes.
Or when friends she's made
Turn her away.
And with every hard lesson
She has to learn,
Your own heart breaks.


Anonymous said...

I love Rae Turnbull's work. She used to be published weekly in the Las Vegas newspaper. She really speaks to my heart. I wrote her once telling her how much I enjoyed her poems. She handwrote a letter thanking me and included one of her poems about "handprints". It helped me through a difficult time as a stay at home mom with two little boys. I hope she is still writing. Thanks for reminding me of her wonderful talent!

Sandra Miller Linhart said...

me too, and you're welcome.

My sis has a wonderful talent for poetry, as well. Maybe someday she'll start up again. hmmmm?

cell92 said...

When they get older you fight yourself to keep from hugging away the hurts they suffer, you spend sleepless nights wondering if they are well and happy. You cry over their sorrow, and rejoice over their joy.

Letting go is the most difficult thing a parent can do.

Sandra Miller Linhart said...

yeah, too bad I didn't listen to my mom when she told me "Don't ever have kids..."

JUST KIDDING!!! OMG! You guys are just TOO serious for words. I love my girlies. Always have. Always will. Even when they stop loving me. (and that's the biggest hurt of all - but water ya gonna do?)

Seriously though - the best advice I ever got was from my Uncle James A. I can't even remember what brought on the convo, but he said being a parent is like driving a stick-shift... more so in the way you use the clutch. When your kids are little, you put your foot hard on the clutch. But, as they get older you find the balance between the clutch and the gas... giving a little, taking a little. Soon they'll shift into 'adult'-hood where you totally let go of the control (clutch) and let them 'drive' off on their own. Some parents have a harder time than others. Make no mistake - it's a hard thing to do, letting go completely and knowing (hoping) they'll drive merrily without your help. Some parents have a hard time letting go of the clutch (controls). They have a difficult time learning that subtle shift from clutch to gas without stalling out the car - or ruining the transmission.

I miss my Uncle. He died two years ago. *sigh* As a child, I learned more about love, kindness and acceptance from him than any other adult. I miss him too much at times.

James A. Bowders said...

Love is unconditional and forever.

But what do I know?

Anonymous said...

My SIL told me from the time my little ones learned to walk, they would be walking away from me. Made me very sad at the time, but we sure did have a great 20 some years before they walked out of my sight, but now they that they are out on their own discovering the "joys" of adulthood, they keep threatening to walk back in! I got very lucky with my two - they are wonderful company and still make me laugh! I try to remember - "Don't be sad because it's over, be happy that it happened! That helps alot. I also know there will be many more wonderful adventures in the years to come as they move forward in their careers, fall in love and have juniors of their own. I can hardly wait!

pass the popcorn, please!