As I drove my daughters to school yesterday I felt deeply sentimental about their new school year, the rapid passing of time and the gift of their growth. It was a bittersweet ride to school. Years past, the car overflowed beyond containment with chatter and music. Yesterday it was piercingly silent. Each kid had their earbuds in, listening to their own music, processing their unique journey into the new school year ahead. Rather than listening to what my kids call, "that 70's stuff" on the radio, I relaxed into the silence and thought about the previous nine first days of school. Memories of how they felt, what they wore and what we sang in the car moved through my heart and mind like a skipping stone.
I was reminded to look beyond the daily tasks and being in the weeds. I was reminded to lift my heart and head to see the patterns being created by them.
They are creating their own beautiful and unique universe. I'm the fortunate reporter on the scene, keeping track of the memories.
My heart is so full.