Branching out

A part of me will always be missing

Where once I was whole

You cannot add limbs to a tree

And not feel the lack when they fall

Leaves turn colour, seeds fly away on the wind

They land in other forests and begin again

Once a heart has split , it will always be divided

A wound that never heals but is instead debrided again and again

*”To be a Mum is to always be divided, your time, your energy, we trade freedom for love” so spoke a Mother to her daughter (recently become a Mother herself). The words, so true.

Once, so long ago I hardly recall it now, I was selfish and whole. I thought mostly about myself and what I wanted. Then my children were born and suddenly the world shifted. My time was consumed, my energy stolen, my heart utterly bolted.

I have not known a full 24 hours since they were born, that I didn’t have some anxious thought about my sons. Even though they have left home now, I still wake in the night worrying about one or the other or both of them. Hoping, wishing,praying that they are okay, happy, healthy.

I see them walk into the room and my heart recognises pieces of itself in them, it jumps happily in my chest. It swells. To love your children is to feel everything flow out of yourself. There is nothing that can be withheld, even when you try.

At what point do we finally take all of our whole self back from our children? I don’t think we ever do. I can’t imagine that time and I selfishly hope it never happens now. Instead, one day I will have others to love. Even more of my heart to give away, feel the edges crumble at a little ones smile and gift another torn shred “here, have it” what are we if we have nothing of ourselves to give?

The young can be selfish. It is their right. One day they too, if they are lucky, will fall under the spell of a child, their own flesh, made into “other” and born into this world. When they do, it will make sense. Until then children will not understand the power they wield over their parents. Until then they will be whole.

8 thoughts on “Branching out

  1. Yes. It’s too bad not everyone gets to experience that kind of selflessness. Not sure they get to experience life fully enough. Sons don’t like mothers to worry and push us away where daughters just start considering us a friend. My son just had a hard bout with covid (we aren’t vaccinators, well THIS vaccine, I should say), well mostly the steroid and sleep deprivation. But you never stop worrying. I think he was happy to have me there.

    • I’m lucky, our boys still play a large part in our lives as they both work and live in the same town as us – this will change as the years go by no doubt, so very grateful for it at the moment.

  2. Hi Kate. Since you don’t have a Reblog button, I took the liberty of copying and pasting this post (with links to your site), in order to Feature you as my blogger of the week. Blessings.

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