I like the new logo and enjoyed reading on Lou's Fathers Day tribute page a few days ago. Good parents feel the emotion of the next stage in their kids life because it is too, the next stage for themselves and that can be uncomfortable.
Gah, I feel you on this one! My son is 19, in college, and pops in from time to time. My daughter is getting her driver’s license soon. I’m remembering them at 5 years old, mystified at where the time has gone!
Loved this Jesse, thank you! One of the unexpected blessings of parenting is the way it changes our whole conception of time. We become more acutely aware of our own age and that of our parents; we grasp with new seriousness the way time can seemingly fly ahead or slow down, the way we can feel every step when we are walking with our toddler holding our hand.
This hits both the heart and the head—clear, grounded, and full of truth. Worth a second read… once I’m done *gulping* down my own emotions. Beautifully done, Jesse.
The grief is so sharp as we stretch those bonds of attachment. I recall it clearly (and still feel some of it years later). But we must let them go on into their lives. It's the only way to keep them (a little) in ours. Here is something sublime on that topic:
I like the new logo and enjoyed reading on Lou's Fathers Day tribute page a few days ago. Good parents feel the emotion of the next stage in their kids life because it is too, the next stage for themselves and that can be uncomfortable.
Thanks, Stacy. Yeah, unchartered territory for sure.
"it is too, the next stage for themselves and that can be uncomfortable"
Good insight, Stacy.
Gah, I feel you on this one! My son is 19, in college, and pops in from time to time. My daughter is getting her driver’s license soon. I’m remembering them at 5 years old, mystified at where the time has gone!
It seemed somewhat endless at the time, but certainly doesn't now.
Loved this Jesse, thank you! One of the unexpected blessings of parenting is the way it changes our whole conception of time. We become more acutely aware of our own age and that of our parents; we grasp with new seriousness the way time can seemingly fly ahead or slow down, the way we can feel every step when we are walking with our toddler holding our hand.
Thank you for reading, Dan. Time is funny like that- sometimes fast, sometimes slow. I have not been able to wrap my head around it quite yet!
Touching piece, Jesse. Thank you for sharing. On to the Next Adventure indeed.
Thank you for reading, James.
This hits both the heart and the head—clear, grounded, and full of truth. Worth a second read… once I’m done *gulping* down my own emotions. Beautifully done, Jesse.
That means a lot coming from you, Erin. Thank you
"Gulp!"
The grief is so sharp as we stretch those bonds of attachment. I recall it clearly (and still feel some of it years later). But we must let them go on into their lives. It's the only way to keep them (a little) in ours. Here is something sublime on that topic:
https://www.themarginalian.org/2019/09/09/on-children-kahlil-gibran/
Hang in there, Jesse. 🌱
Thank you, Baird! Looking forward to the Gibran piece.
This hits home for sure. Great piece. Thankful to have great friends and community to forge on together.
Agreed! Thanks for reading. Lots of new emotions all around the house as the “kids” grow up.
Well said. I have tried to forge my own path as I age.
And you’ve done an excellent job! Thanks for reading, Steve.
So good, Jesse — thank you.