Sunday, March 25, 2012

My Son is 17 Today

I don't think we ever actually see the moment our child, our baby is 'grown'.  It happens all along the way, in small little steps that we reinforce or thwart.  Every action is cumulative, building one upon the other. Positive, negative, neutral. Like snowflakes, never one alike, close, but never exactly the same. 

We can look back and see the path, and sometimes, we can see bits and pieces of what is coming, if we have enough foresight to look forward, but the end result, ever changing, circumstance, genetics, experience, nurturing, create an unknown finale. 

It isn't really chance, but more a preordained direction, on a road with twists and turns interlacing with all the other children's journey's.

Quite profound when you think about it, and quite not as in our control as we would like to think.  Oh, we can bathe in the imagined guilt of our own influence when it turns out 'bad', and bask in the light of our our pride when it turns out 'good'.  But really, who is the only one who has the control?  The child and the person he becomes, his choices, his talents and his intuition.  Just as we were formed, so then they.

Perhaps we need to just relax a bit, and not take so much responsibility for the way we imagine we are making their lives turn out.  The foundation we start them with, our entwined genetic code, who we choose as a mate, is probably the most determining factor on how they perceive the world, how they choose to act, or not, how they think, feel and prepare themselves.

Our job.... well, our job, as far as I can tell, is just to Love them.

Halloween, many moons ago. :)