Lunch with children, grown and happy.
A few hours together before heading out in four different direction. Honoring my dad on the day of his birth.
Faraway ever close.
Boundaries disappear because love's roots are deeper than time and space.
Begging to take photos, "I hardly have any of us." I pouted.
Obligingly they snapped a few, and then being silly added a few more.
Whenever I am with Chelsea or Sacha I love them more, is that even possible? I feel the essence of being a parent, the ever growing bond, layer upon layers, egg, seed, baby, teen, adulthood, this, that and other, constantly blending ever changing, remaining the same: Mother and child.
(Chelsea and I, plus Sacha's girlfriend Celia.)
Any parent knows that as their children grow older the roles change, sometimes it seems the child is the parent, by their words, or helpful act, or advice- and yet other times the child comes back much younger than their age and that longing to hold them as a child is allowed.
xxx
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