(Prompt: BUS- Use the word or have the word be within another word.)
Very, very busy.
SO busy I am busted. Physically, emotionally, mentally.
Today – mostly emotionally. Dropped our daughter off at university, two hours away from home. Not too bad really… not like its on another planet right?
May as well be. She will be studying to get her masters degree in astrophysics.
It is possible she may read this post so I am still going to keep myself under control…because you see – she worries about me. She really does not need to, I will keep myself – busy. I do so wish she could stay…
She worries about her siblings, I promise you, daughter of mine, I will keep them busy too! They have very big footsteps to follow in – you did not half set the bar incredibly high. Though, you know as well as I do, that because they are so much like you, they will do precisely as they please and follow their own path without regard for the pressure of teachers, friends, or their mother and father. They will be true to themselves, and the example you set teaches them the best thing they can ever own – how to think for themselves. How to know where they want to go, and how to go out and get it, through tremendous obstacles.
Let’s face it – your life has not been the easiest. This last year has thrown more curve-balls then imaginable. See – it is not really a big deal for a young adult to attain results in their education and go off to Uni, but when you consider the changes, not only in the last year but in the last seven…you are made of steal and I salute you and wish I was now, half the woman you are already at nineteen.
I wrote you a poem when you were born, before the busy set in – and in it I asked for you to have graciousness, kindness, joy, humility, resilience, protection and mostly a spark and enthusiasm for life. Perhaps those are all things I wished for myself, but I am glad I asked this of the universe for you, though not sure I needed to because all really is as it should be and turns as it must (another great lesson you already understand at your sweet age). I am glad for it because, you are all those things and more. Unbelievable just how patient you are and still display character traits that inspire your physics teacher to ponder,how to imagine life without you. I echo their sentiments.
Contagious – you may not see or believe that you affect people, but you surely do.
Your granddad who passed on a year ago two days ago would surely be proud and shed a few tears of such mixed emotions alongside us.
Do you recall, in between all the busy we have found ourselves in, how you wondered how to fly? How to spread your wings. How you thought you would never be able to? How you thought you were so different from other girls your age? Do you recall, how butterflies – as I wrote you before – take their time to emerge from the cocoon? How if they push out to soon they damage their wings? How you wondered what your wings would look like? How you could see the other girls wings shining in the light and you yearned to grow up as they had…how you could not see YOUR wings because our wings are behind us and only in what we mirror to others do we ever see our truest colours on our wings…
Take a look behind you now as you catch the reflection of them – in the smiles, and the tears of joy in the hot pot of emotion you give to those who have had the joy of knowing and seeing your beauty, a long time before anyone else did – especially you. Stay busy at all you love and so enjoy your flying dance through life now. Stay humble, fly proud. Stay strong, rest easy in your weakness. Stay the path, fly high. Your wings are ready – let them catch the sun and shine like the stars that light up the night sky you adore so much.And I will ‘stay’ busy with all those things too – I promise)
‘But mostly – dear Lord, keep her safe in your palm…’ (quote from ‘Prayer for a Child’)
And that is me before another smiling tear falls today.
Thanks for reading.