“Mommy, it hurts.”
I wish I could tell her that it stops.
But it never does.
Instead, they migrate from the bones to the heart.
From the physical to the emotional.
These growing pains.
Just when we think we’re done . . .
There they are.
To remind us that we aren’t yet done.
Growing, that is.
And when you think of it that way, it makes sense.
Perhaps instead of dreading
We should welcome the pains.
Peel back that layer
And discover what comes next . . .
Written while listening to Cover Bombs (Odesza Remix) by Nomadic Firs
Why didn’t anyone tell me this?
We spent K-12 in school learning the basics;
Yet, somehow they missed informing humans that
They. Are. Not. Done. Growing.
We set a magic number:
As if then, we are released to the world, ready to tackle it on our own!
What in the actual world??
Some of us go on to college, graduate or doctorate school. . . .
And some don’t.
We magically become parents who know it all?
No, no, no.
The trickiest part of parenting for me is the revelation that I am growing right alongside with them.
We are never done learning.
There is no final exam.
Just as they have their epiphanies, I have mine- only wishing I had mine first so that I could have led my children all the wiser.
Is this what they meant when they said ‘Life is not a destination, but a journey.”?
Perhaps, I should have been a better listener.