I promised my family I would not post photos of them here on my blog, but I could not resist sharing these with you. The girl on the left is the mom to the girl on the right. They are so similar, aren't they? Look at the feet. Isn't that a hoot? Lately I have been feeling rather nostalgic for my family. When I was a little girl growing up on Vancouver Island my family was everything to me. I could not imagine my life without my Mom and Dad, my big brothers and my Granny and Grandad. And yet, as time goes on, my family has been dispersed to the four winds, and creating their own lives and having their own families. That is the natural way.
As parents, we live in a sort of uneasy trepidation about our children's lives. We want the best for them and we somehow vicariously project that they would want all the things we didn't have. But, sometimes it turns out that those are not the things they want at all. My father, for instance, loved living in a small town, and all the feeling of community that he enjoyed. When I moved to the city, he said to me, "You won't like it. In the city, you won't even get to know your next-door neighbour". He couldn't understand why I didn't want to stay in a small town. In hindsight, I realize now that he worried about me. A lot. Now I find myself doing the same thing about my family.
When our children are growing up, we can protect them from the bogeyman and all of the threats of childhood. However, when they grow up, we cannot protect them from that big, bad bogeyman known as life. We can only hope they live well and make the right decisions, not only for themselves but for their families too. Eventually the time will come -- sooner than they realize -- when their families will spin off into their own independent lives with their own families. The best we can hope for is that they have a good foundation for this before they do.