{"id":1713,"date":"2011-10-07T04:23:44","date_gmt":"2011-10-07T04:23:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.wordpress.com\/?p=1713"},"modified":"2011-10-07T04:23:44","modified_gmt":"2011-10-07T04:23:44","slug":"flight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/2011\/10\/07\/flight\/","title":{"rendered":"Flight"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Victoria wearing wings made out of an old sheet, Summer 2000 (age 2)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I am alone tonight.\u00a0 <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I was alone last night, too.\u00a0 <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

This is the first time I’ve been absolutely alone (without at least one of the kids) for this long in over thirteen years of parenthood!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Daryl and the kids are volunteering at a wonderful event called History Fest out of town.\u00a0 We volunteer there as a family every year, but this year I am too pregnant to go along and take part.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

They are staying at Grandma and Grandpa’s house and I was going to go with them and stay there, too, but I haven’t been feeling very good and I have so many things I wanted to get done around the house before Monday (when our baby comes!).<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

So at the last minute, we decided I’d stay home on my own.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I have friends nearby who can come if needed, and Daryl and the kids are not too far away.\u00a0 And I never, ever, ever go into labor early.\u00a0 <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve actually enjoyed my new-found time alone!\u00a0 I’ve accomplished a ton of things around the house, got lots of extra sleep and have relished the quiet in this house this is so used to being so noisy!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Just the same, it will be nice to have my family back tomorrow.\u00a0 I suppose I’m good at chaos.\u00a0 \ud83d\ude42<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

This time on my own reminded me of a poem I wrote years ago when I only had two little girls.\u00a0 I think about the lines of this poem often, because after all these years it still sums up how I feel about my family.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I plan on updating it soon, to reflect the changes we’ve gone through since I first wrote it.\u00a0 Just the same, the meaning remains.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I thought some of you might like it….<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Flight<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
……<\/span><\/div>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I know women<\/strong><\/span><\/em>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who would lose their children<\/strong><\/span><\/em>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 like throwing off a robe,<\/strong><\/span><\/em>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 unbraiding a red ribbon<\/strong><\/span><\/em>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and discarding it, to let<\/strong><\/span><\/em>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 their wild selves fly free.<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I know women<\/strong><\/span><\/em>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who put aside their children<\/strong><\/span><\/em>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 like cheap jewelry by the side of the bed.<\/strong><\/span><\/em>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I know women<\/strong><\/span><\/em>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who never seem to wear them at all.<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

My girls, I do not want<\/strong><\/span>
\n to be free of you.<\/strong><\/span>
\n You are like my wedding rings<\/strong><\/span>
\n which I could have easily slipped out of<\/strong><\/span>
\n but wear<\/strong><\/span>
\n every day that my heart beats.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I want you near me.<\/strong><\/span>
\n My girls, my husband,<\/strong><\/span>
\n when I see a sunset<\/strong><\/span>
\n I want these two eyes<\/strong><\/span>
\n to be part of the eight who see it.<\/strong><\/span>
\n I want our laughter and stories<\/strong><\/span>
\n to be so tangled<\/strong><\/span>
\n that our memories weave into one dream.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

This is my time with you.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Soon enough, you will be off<\/strong><\/span>
\n swimming your own new seas.<\/strong><\/span>
\n Soon enough, we will step back and watch you<\/strong><\/span>
\n blooming and bursting in solitary ways<\/strong><\/span>
\n in your own fresh, separate skins.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

How could I waste this?<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh my darlings, you are not my cage.<\/strong><\/span>
\n You are my wings.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

~Alicia Bayer<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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