Someday you’ll be grown and gone from us, out in the world. Into the ocean you’ll go.
A world that is out to run you over with everything it has.
I can’t help but think
You’ll have to bob and weave all on your own
Using only the things you’ve learned in your time with us.
Sometimes things will look beautiful and peaceful
And sometimes things will seem powerful and nothing you do can stop it
Sometimes things will look ominous
And sometimes things will look vast and daunting
Sometimes things will make you feel small and unprepared
It’s all at once a thing of beauty, created for you. It can knock you off your feet when you least expect it and it can take you places you never dreamed possible. It can irritate you, yet it can also renew your spirit. It can make you pause and wonder or it can make you run away.
It’s all the same ocean and you have to navigate it the best way you can.
My sweet child, be in the world but do not be transformed by it. Do not let yourself sink by allowing the water inside your vessel. The waves will lap up against you, but the danger is allowing the water inside because it will surely cause you to drown quickly.
When you’re on your adventures, I hope you always see a lighthouse in me. I hope you rely on me to lend you a hand when the water gets too high; I hope you allow the tide to sweep you back to me now and then. And I hope you can sit with me and enjoy the view of your ocean before you once again return to it.