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Mother’s Regret

If you would only listen, child. My words fall silently on a closed door as you sit alone in your room. Just moments ago, I envisioned you coming to me with arms open wide. Now, regret comes in wave after wave threatening to drown me in sorrow.

The things I was thinking. The concerns for your future. Those sentences did not come out the way I expected. The meaning of each word got crossed in the delivery. The tone of my voice was supposed to be filled with love and admiration, not anger and disappointment.

When you woke up late, I let you know how I felt by the look on my face. Then you chose to hang out with friends instead of keeping our plans. My anger could not be contained. It was the moment you turned to say goodbye, that gave me one last shot. I didn’t want to miss my chance so I let you know how I felt as condescendingly as I could.

Darkness took over the light of day and you were back, friends in tow. All day long in my mind, I had made a laundry list of your bad behavior. Without hesitation, I humiliated you in front of your friends by recapping everything you should have accomplished today. Reminding you how tired I am of doing everything, and I wasn’t going to do it anymore!

You didn’t stay home but when you returned later that night, I was waiting. Before you closed the door of your room to sleep, you came to my office. The look on your face said the words you would never speak but I was tired and irritably asked, “What do you want now?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, the eyes of a young adult not long ago a child. You shook your head no, saying nothing. Then you took a few steps forward, leaning down to wrap one arm around my neck, pressing your lips against my cheek. Only God could put that kind of love in your heart after years of a mother’s chastisement.

Without a word you were gone. As I returned to my work, I had a sudden and overwhelming epiphany. Where had I gotten so off track to believe constant fault-finding and belittlement was going to help my child to become a successful adult? Was this the reward my child deserved for being born and doing their best? The epiphany was: I expected too much from this teenager. Now was their time for mistakes and freedom to figure out who they are and what they want to accomplish. It was the fear of impending responsibilities of adulthood that replaced my natural ability to love without condemnation.

Ashamed, I shook my head silently at your door over this foolishness. Closing my eyes, I cursed my pride. Then I remembered how good-natured and loving you are to your friends and family. Day after day, through acts of kindness and your overwhelming ability to forgive show exactly who you are and what you stand for in this world. It’s your heart of gold that shines brighter than all the stars in the darkest night sky.

My hand reached up to knock upon your door, but I know my words would just get crossed and never explain why I seem harsh toward you, my child. With newfound enthusiasm, I lowered my hand, walked back to the office and make a new plan for our lives. Tomorrow will be different. I’ll be different. Every time I feel the words of judgement coming up against you, I will remind myself that you are not an adult. When you speak, I will listen and do my best to hold my tongue when advice or opinions surge up from my gut.

Now I see you for who you are… a child. You may look like an adult, speak like an adult, want to be treated as an adult, but you are a teenager. Yesterday you were a baby in my arms, safe and protected from the world. I know now that I have expected too much from you and for that I have many regrets. As the time quickly passes by to teach you how to live in this world, I only have one last request. Keep showing me, my beloved child, how to be carefree and trust that everything will be alright.

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Born to Bloom

Integrity carry me
beyond your expectations
of what I can accomplish
with every day.
I’ll push away
the worlds definition
of who I’m supposed to be
and what I’m supposed to do
because I believe
all flowers are born
… bloom.

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Butterfly, butterfly
where are you going…
don’t you know I love you
and want you to stay?
These visions of you;
surreal and so sweet,
leaves me to ponder
if any other love could compete.
Valiant searching…
has gathered no proof
of any other conclusions
than my love for you is true.
So if you must flutter,
if you must fly,
give it your all
beautify the endless sky.
But come back my love,
light at my side,
where our souls find rest
before the eternal twilight.

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Look beyond what your eyes can see
out towards the heavens
where the clouds cannot fly
the place where twilight happens
and dusk appears in your sky.
Do you ever slow down long enough…
do you ever just stop and stare?
Wonder what you would see?
Could it be me?
No doubt I’d be looking toward heaven
probably saying a special prayer
shining just like a diamond
held up to sunlight in midair.
And love would be staring back
from the edges of our atmosphere…
a perfect love that casts out all fear.
Hands of warmth would grasp at the light
never letting go… no end in sight.
Words would touch the depths so deep
that no one or nothing could claim defeat
and vision; once dim, would accept the light
to see how beautiful we really shine
within the arms prepared
just for this time.

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Raise your standards,
don’t be afraid to dream.
Remember, dreams are made
of powerful and mysterious things.
Look up higher
than you’ve ever looked before.
Remember, dreams are the way
the universe evens the score.
Try a little harder
than you’ve ever tried before.
Remember, if you never knock
who can answer the door?
Raise your standards,
don’t be afraid to climb.
Remember, it’s in the darkest moments
that the brightest stars will shine.

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