I'm jealous of the days and years and time spent with my children. They are fleeting. Already and too soon other voices demand their attention and focus, and my time with these precious people decreases.
I've heard the terms enmeshed, hover mother and a helicopter parent thrown around a lot, especially in response to homeschoolers. I'm a trained therapist so I know the jargon and my response is, whatever. What ever love is, I want to share it with my family. What ever time means I want to fill it with the joy of people I love. Life is a vapor and I want my time to intermingle and drift along with those whose eyes and arms and hearts sing to and with mine.
Viking Man and I have the hope of creating a beautiful family culture. Yet, the culture that we create expands and broadens and goes beyond ourselves as our kids take it with them to the ends of the earth; they are global citizens with a global vision. We will be the "home-folks" as Laura Ingalls calls them, but, like Ann, I have a lump in my throat and an ache in my heart thinking of seasons that are past and passing.
To what's ahead. Knowing that the swiftness of this life leads us to the next and the hope of eternity spent with the souls of this world that we love and say "Good-bye" to. Yet only for a time.