September 22, 2010

My Masterpiece

Isn't it ironic how all those things we dreamed of when we were young come bubbling to the surface in fits and starts, like a pot of porridge on the stove, when our kids start to become "of age" to do things.

We find ourselves thinking "OH! Wouldn't it be lovely if they became a famous chef?" when they want to watch you mix the "undgreedy-inch" (as my DG calls them), or "She could have a future on stage, in film!" when she comes traipsing proudly into the room decked out in her finest dress-up, proclaiming herself the Princess of the Castle, or, better yet, "Why, he could have a future in professional ball with that arm!" the singular time he actually manages a throw that reaches its intended target...

And I wonder how many of my dreams will be impressed upon my children (thank God I have 3!), and how many of them will be embraced passionately, only to be dropped like a dirty napkin as they discover themselves...

I miss those days of sitting down and spinning something onto paper, in a journal, now, typing furiously on my laptop, and coming back later that week or month and reading it over and thinking how good it was...

But some days, I look at these 3 little ones, with their sparkling eyes in varying hues of blue -the genetic gift from their dad - and their blonde hair with differing degrees of honey brown - again from their dad - and think to myself that this, this is my masterpiece.

2 comments:

Inkling said...

Great post. Have you heard the old song that goes "We're building temples for Jesus to live in..."? That's a good mothering one too to remind you of your masterpieces in progress when you wonder if your work is important.

Well, I'm coming down with something resembling the creeping crud, so I'm off to find something for my throat. Write lots more to keep me distracted from how I feel, okay? =) Pretty please?

Penny said...

very very nice...but I think you should update your "about me" in the blog to include ALL your masterpieces...LOL