I was asked by a friend when I would stop letting my children come to me for comfort.
I thought long and answered honestly:
When?
When they stop asking.
When?
When the need goes away.
When?
When the strength falls from my arms to hug and cuddle and grasp.
When?
When my breath fails.
When?
Until the very end.
When?
Until the present becomes the past and past becomes the future and all time is wrapped in the eternal present of a parent's death.
When?
Until I hold them enough, until I cuddle them enough, until I snuggle them enough until I am with them forever.
When?
Until the end, and beyond.
When?
Always
always
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