changing seasons

Once upon a time my growing kids united and overturned the pedestal were they put me long time ago when they were babies.

I did not know it was coming so I was not ready. A fluffy feathery nicely clucking chicken-me with still warm belly, just out of the nest, lost comfort of the coop. I fluttered my wings, having forgotten how to fly, pedaled my chicken feet in the air, overturned and landed on a cold floor with a thump.

With this fall two things became clear.

First, the kids do grow into preteens, teenagers and young adults. It is a blessed and natural change.
Second, the parents do change from wise folks into annoying, controlling, narrow-minded persons. I became one myself.

I am in the beginning of a new journey now. A journey on the path towards meeting my kids in a middle and continuing on our separate but hopefully visible to each other in the woods ways.

I love my kids.