As usual, heart felt, touching and on point. The good news is that so long as you stay close you mever really lose them. On the other hand you have Grand kids you can love all over again.
Your poem “losing you” (BTW I hope I’m responding on the right thread, This grandma is finding your site a tad difficult to follow.) had my crying. It was simply wonderful! I literally was sobbing by the end. Having raised two grown sons, The first one on my own, your words and images brought me back to those early days when motherhood was new and watching every moment was a miraculous adventure. As a single working mother to my now 44 year old son who has his own children, I can read your poem from the perspective of both a mother and A grandmother. The emotions and the love don’t change because observing a human being unfold and blossom is an extraordinary gift. Just wait until you sit down to build Legos with your son’s child. Each decade is different and special but not until our children become parents do they totally appreciate and understand how much they were loved. You, my dear, have a lovely talent for bringing images to life! Bravo.
Lesley, thank you so much for this gift. I am so touched by the reincarnation of your journey through the poem. Your love for your guys spills over this page, and I am honored you let me know.
As for the navigating here, I’m disappointed you had trouble. I took pains to make this blog as user-friendly as possible in every way. I did spread out a wide range of posts by topic, over time, so you can take your pick. You just tap any title once to open up the post of choice. Please let me know if anything in particular was cumbersome to work. Thank you for the follow. =)
I’ll try tapping! I didn’t think of that!! I look forward to reading more of your work. And don’t judge my lack of skill on my new iPad Pro as being something you did wrong on your blog. For a “junior” senior, I’m pretty computer savvy and most likely on my laptop I could have figured it out easily. I was attempting to use my new device and got a bit confused that’s all. Lol
I could not begin to make heads or tails out of the iP Pro. Impressive!
Seasons of life… I remember my toddler telling me that he was going to marry me and live with me forever. That toddler is now married to the love of his life and expecting his first child in a matter of weeks. Aging, growing up and motherhood certainly entail sadness. However, that sadness is eclipsed by the joy in seeing our flesh and blood be independent and happy adults who will always carry our hearts around with them. Thanks for sharing such a sweet and easily relatable aspect of parenting!
Right. He also said he was going to marry me. Even nowadays (when T is acting 7 and all tender, not 17 and gasping for distance from me), his dad jokingly causes him Oedipus, afraid T will kill him to marry me. Thanks for sharing your side of this journey. Very sweet.
âPain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.â CS Lewis
Keep co-rousing all, to higher levels of consciousness (via the gift of your writing) Friend.
One of my fav quotes from my fav Christian thinker. Thank you for the encouragement and support.
A Holistic Journey 
I love your way with words. Now a follower! đ
Thank you for the kind word and support. =)
As usual, heart felt, touching and on point. The good news is that so long as you stay close you mever really lose them. On the other hand you have Grand kids you can love all over again.
Helicoptering has not been a problem for me. =) I think the trick is getting him to stay close. Thx.
Your poem “losing you” (BTW I hope I’m responding on the right thread, This grandma is finding your site a tad difficult to follow.) had my crying. It was simply wonderful! I literally was sobbing by the end. Having raised two grown sons, The first one on my own, your words and images brought me back to those early days when motherhood was new and watching every moment was a miraculous adventure. As a single working mother to my now 44 year old son who has his own children, I can read your poem from the perspective of both a mother and A grandmother. The emotions and the love don’t change because observing a human being unfold and blossom is an extraordinary gift. Just wait until you sit down to build Legos with your son’s child. Each decade is different and special but not until our children become parents do they totally appreciate and understand how much they were loved. You, my dear, have a lovely talent for bringing images to life! Bravo.
Lesley, thank you so much for this gift. I am so touched by the reincarnation of your journey through the poem. Your love for your guys spills over this page, and I am honored you let me know.
As for the navigating here, I’m disappointed you had trouble. I took pains to make this blog as user-friendly as possible in every way. I did spread out a wide range of posts by topic, over time, so you can take your pick. You just tap any title once to open up the post of choice. Please let me know if anything in particular was cumbersome to work. Thank you for the follow. =)
Diana
I’ll try tapping! I didn’t think of that!! I look forward to reading more of your work. And don’t judge my lack of skill on my new iPad Pro as being something you did wrong on your blog. For a “junior” senior, I’m pretty computer savvy and most likely on my laptop I could have figured it out easily. I was attempting to use my new device and got a bit confused that’s all. Lol
I could not begin to make heads or tails out of the iP Pro. Impressive!
Seasons of life… I remember my toddler telling me that he was going to marry me and live with me forever. That toddler is now married to the love of his life and expecting his first child in a matter of weeks. Aging, growing up and motherhood certainly entail sadness. However, that sadness is eclipsed by the joy in seeing our flesh and blood be independent and happy adults who will always carry our hearts around with them. Thanks for sharing such a sweet and easily relatable aspect of parenting!
Right. He also said he was going to marry me. Even nowadays (when T is acting 7 and all tender, not 17 and gasping for distance from me), his dad jokingly causes him Oedipus, afraid T will kill him to marry me. Thanks for sharing your side of this journey. Very sweet.
LOL! Dad needs to watch his back!
We pass it on, D. Touching reflection.
Thank you for bearing witness, C.
I would like to add my two cents worth of words, but you’ve said it all, leaving no room but to do so, save WOW, in its indubitable meaning.
All I can say is thanks. So pleased you took to this.
You’re a very talented writer…
I appreciate it. Thank you for your time.
This is just sublime.
Thank you!
This could be anyone’s mother speaking to their child. Excellent writing!
I love hearing from the men. Thanks so much. =)
Oh this is lovely. Had my heart racing. So emotional! Beautiful!!! I also found myself thinking, “OH! I want to share this!”
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Thank you!
D, you give me goosebumps, you know that?
Blood and gore and monsters can do that too, but I will take it as praise. LOL. Thanks.
Xx
My Oh My.
Thanks, S. =)
Thank you.
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I love your words and specially how your are bringing a visual attraction to them by including the spaces. Thank you for sharing. Michael
I appreciate the generous support, Michael. Thank you for your time here today, the reblog, and follow! Blessings.
What a lovely articulation of the transcendental facets of parenthood â¤
Thank you. Unfortunately borne of pain.
âPain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.â CS Lewis
Keep co-rousing all, to higher levels of consciousness (via the gift of your writing) Friend.
One of my fav quotes from my fav Christian thinker. Thank you for the encouragement and support.