The past has floated away like fluff on a dandelion as the prairie winds blow across the old abandoned yard. The young girl’s grandmother has long since passed away, but the old house from her childhood still stands as if to be a testament to her very existence.
The skeleton of a house is what remains, but in the mind are memories… laughter, tears, struggle and joy are carried by the wind as it flows through the empty windows. Heat radiating from the wood burning stove, smells of fresh baked bread permeating the air, the cluck of chickens in the coop to the sound of chicken sizzling as it fries in the old cast iron skillet…
Parenting is not for the faint at heart with the sleepless nights soothing infants to more sleepless nights waiting for teenagers to come home safely. There are ups when we are so proud we could burst and we have our down moments when it seems the challenges will never end.
Then one day you wake up and your child is starting senior year of high school. Where did the time go?
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And, if at the end of the day you can still share a laugh or two, consider it a job well done.
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As with all things in life, it brings to mind the old adage originated in the writings of the medieval Persian Sufi poets: This too shall pass.
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