C at this year sixteen is boy nearer to man. nearly everyone’s noticing places him farther along in years.
as height passes mine it is tempting to choose he should know better. tempting to set him off on his own as if most of the telling and teaching is done.
in periphery there is this feel of the man he will be, but hand on arm reads his youth when there is not the solid and dense of M’s life lived. shoulders not as broad to carry same burdens.
in mother lost, some of C’s heart is older than it should have been. but there is still child there. not yet ready to take full lead of his own comings and goings and doings.
there is still unfolding of map.
directions to be scribbled down.
place of rest and acceptance to be offered.
so now, when each step forward still counts towards destination, i must stay present for the journey.
“direct your children onto the right path,
and when they are older, they will not leave it.”
proverbs 22:6 (NLT)