This quote is not just for those falling in love, but also, for those who love; not just for a lover, but also for a Loved One. So it goes, when fate provides the gift of being allowed to love another human being: yin and Yang, love and loss -- opposite sides of the same coin, always.
------
For the past five days, Offspring the Second and Beloved Husband have been out of town visiting the college that Offspring the Second will begin to attend in the fall as a sophomore. On the way home this morning, they stopped by the city in which Offspring the First attends college, and they had breakfast together with her and her beau. Beloved Husband took pictures of them, and surprisingly, the Offspring acquiesced. They e-mailed the pictures to Herself before Offspring the Second and Beloved Husband set off for home. Herself looks at the pictures, and is verklempt.
They are beautiful souls, the Offspring.
Herself knows that the offspring, despite being physical offshoots from her genes, are very much individuals separate from Herself. They have their own private thoughts and goals, fears and strengths, dreams. The Universe blessed Herself with their care and keeping, and the Universe has been kind, forgiving Herself her fallibility and mistakes as a parent and allowing the Offspring to grow and develop and ready themselves to launch into the world.
As they go, they take pieces of Herself's heart with them. These are pieces that she willingly gave to them, to bind and protect them as much as possible, as they navigate through the mysteries of Life. It is the best she can do -- let go, and be there to catch them if need be. We hope for the very best for them always.
If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. To have been loved so deeply... will give us some protection forever. ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
*
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeletesniffle
ReplyDeleteI have been forced to think about this love for offspring so much since my brother and sister died. It is one thing to be the aunt ... and another to be the aunt that has to be the poor substitute for mom or dad ... it is not the love that's different perhaps the expectations or the sense of responsibility. Not quite sure, but this what you wrote here brought tears of recognition to my eyes...
ReplyDelete