I Don't know how we survived

I don't know how my grown up son survived me.
I don't know how I survived my grown up son.
A fence couldn't hold the little toddler in, his mind filling up with the new world around him. It's wondrous trees, neighborhood streets, rocketship park all adventures calling out to him.
He was only two!

I don't know how my grown up son survived me.
I don't know how I survived my grown up son.
His bike lay still at the bottom of Colorado's alluring Mountain tops.
A calling he heard all day from his
First grade classroom while dreaming out it's window.
Such a journey just couldn't wait.
Off they ventured.
They tired swiftly his pal and he returning to bikes and level ground
to face panic look in parents eyes
He was only seven

I don't know how my grown up son survived me.
I don't know how I survived my grown up son.
From sailing boats, to underwater diving, to chairlifts to the highest of Colorado mountains. He heard the constant call of adventures in Lake Champlain, to the peaks of Vail.
I heard the constant call to protect.

But they grow beyond your need to stand guard. Adjusting, thriving to do amazing things. You dared not to dream or try.
Now a man and gone, his son looks to adventures. While mom and dad can only watch as he tries them all.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

It's hard when they leave the nest, but then when they are flying on their own there is much satisfaction. You can reflect and acknowledge you have done your best. This is a poem that all mums will relate to Bonnie. Motherhood can be scary, it is not an easy job, although it is immensely rewarding.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

they need us for awhile...but then they end up guarding us...
growing beyond our expectations or limitations...
the scare us, then make us proud all at once.
what a nice, loving reflection to read this morning....
j.

[Bonnie Paige]

Thank you j. I always keep in my mind that they are ours for only a little bit of time. Leaving up with the most highs and lows of memories.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A lovely whimsical reflection of seeing your child explore as he grows and as you worry for his safety. And then they are gone. Both my sons thanklfully takes after me, neither undertakes dangerous sports!

[Bonnie Paige]

Samuel Dickens
My son still loves adventures. Now in California next year he leaves for Hawaii. All I get are phone calls that say all is well.

[Samuel Dickens]

This is touching and true. Your son sounds like me at that age--always too curious, craving adventure. Boundaries must be ignored. Hopefully, there will be only joy for you from here on out.

[Bonnie Paige]

Thank you Samuel. So how I couldn't get my response button to work so i'm now. Catching up. I am enjoying both my children as I go into my golden years. My son of course is still. Doing things that make us hold our breath. But not as often.

[Bonnie Paige]

Thank you Samuel. So how I couldn't get my response button to work so i'm now. Catching up. I am enjoying both my children as I go into my golden years. My son of course is still. Doing things that make us hold our breath. But not as often.

[Chris]

You do what you can and as you can 'til they stand up and leave you in their wake...

Well defined and very, very true.

[Bonnie Paige]

Thank you Chris while they were growing up. I thought it would never end, but it does and now it seems like just the other day.

[Chris]

Comes the time too quickly when they only need us on their terms and for their purposes... and if you EVER disagree - you become an emotional hostage to their choice.

[Bonnie Paige]

So very true. But they're ours till the end!!!

[Chris]

Ever and always...