Roots and Wings

Roots and wings

So they say

are a parents goal.

My interpretation

18 years of roots

and then I’ll let you fly.

But now approaching

day one of Kindergarten.

I can’t ignore

these small wings budding.

Your excitement

A bus to ride

New friends to meet.

You’re looking to the future.

I see my eight month old son

Lots of hair and big brown eyes

Studying me

As we board a plane from Guatemala.

Five years

so fast.

Each year builds

more roots

more wings.

Increments

I wasn’t expecting.

I dig down

With intention

for your rooted-ness in Christ

I entrust

Your heart and soul

to the One who made you.

May your wings form

from the shaping of

loving God with all

your heart, soul, mind and strength.

And a growing measuring of how

Deep

Wide

Long

High

Is the love of Christ for you.

Go and be

All you were made to be

(but come back home

In 3 hours)

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Comments

  1. You really don’t realize all the small increments of wings until they start experiencing them. Kindergarten is great. Samuel is going to love it. I love the idea of holding the sign for the picture. I just saw someone else’s picture doing the same and wished I had seen that many years ago.

    • Karen, it has surprised me, the already letting go…in small ways. Letting him dress himself even if this pants are on backwards.
      He seemed so excited to get on the bus. Gave us a quick wave and off he went.

  2. Hi Melanie,
    I noticed your blog from WLW and it caught my eye b/c my oldest child started Kindergarten a few weeks ago. My emotions ran the gamut, and it was only by God’s strength that I made it through those first days. It does get easier dropping her off knowing she is learning, making friends and having a blast. I just wanted to share.
    http://mansionmoms.blogspot.com/2012/08/kindergarten-prayer.html
    I love your site and your blue marble story! God bless!

    • Candice
      Thank you so much for stopping by. i just went and read your poem/prayer…so sweet.
      Glad to be with others on this journey!
      blessings

  3. Come back home in 3 hours did me in. I love this post! My youngest is 27 years old. She came to me from St Vincent in the Caribbean. I remember these days.

  4. Hi Melanie! Do you know how touching this poem is? Teary-eyed as I write.
    You are such a beautiful jewel, as is your precious son.
    ~ Love

  5. I always cried when my kids started school… even high school. Beautiful prose for you little man!

    http://thejoyfulservant.com

  6. I remember my first born’s first day of school with bittersweet memories, but then that was 46 years ago, oh my how can that possibly be???? Can’t imagine where that time went…..seems like yesterday…..so how did he get through school, college, wedding and the birth of twins who are starting college themselves since yesterday????? God works in mysterious ways:)

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