I’m not sure when it started, this fixation of taking photos of my children while walking or standing behind them. It must seem strange to some, I’m sure, this view of the back of my children’s heads and bodies.
It has always seemed natural for me, however. What no one
tells you before you have children is that parenting is just a long series of
letting go, of allowing freedom. In many ways, both literally and figuratively, our children spend much of their lives walking away from us. The events are too many to list here and they
begin the very moment of birth:
-The first time that you hold them outside of your own body,
your stomach mourning the loss of the movement and life within.
-The first time your baby eats table food, instead of the
nourishment from your own body.
-The first tentative steps taken, which quickly turns into
running and, for the first time, you are chasing after your child-- the same
child that spent the last year safely in the confines of your body and then your arms.
-The first day of preschool, when they run excitedly to play
with other children and away from the safety of you.
-The first time that you realize that they would rather spend
an evening with their friends, instead of with you.
-The first time that they keep a secret from you and you
realize that they have parts of their life that you aren’t a part of.
There are many of these moments. They often come suddenly,
these flashes of your child’s independence. It’s enough to take your breath
away. It is the way of parenthood, a natural happening and, yet, it can be so painful for the parents who want so desperately to be able to keep their children safe and loved forever. The days often pass so slowly, but the years pass so breathtakingly quickly as a parent.
So, these pictures of my children walking away from me seem
incredibly natural to me. It is natural for children to grow up and learn to live a
life separate from their parents, even as painful as it can be for me as their
mother.
It is our job, however, to raise our children as independent
souls who will thrive on their own in the world. So, while it often hurts my
heart to think of how my children are growing up and will be someday off on
their own in this big old world, I am proud to see them becoming amazing young adults.
I am trying terribly hard to not view these photos as
walking away from their mother, but to see them for what they really are-- my
children walking towards an extraordinarily beautiful life for them out in the
world.
My children will have their own journey in this life. They
will have a life completely separate from mine. That is such a lovely and wonderful part of life.
It is my job to prepare them to explore the world, and themselves, at
their own pace as they step into themselves and their purpose in the world. I
admit that it pains me that they will someday leave the safety of my nest, but
I am embracing the beauty of my own journey of motherhood and the journey of
what will come for my own life after my loves leave my home to make a place of
their own.
These pictures of my children walking away from me are a beautiful reminder to me of the impermanence of the time that my children will spend in my home and in my arms. However, motherhood is not impermanent-- I will love and support them forever and always.
