Those big brown eyes. That is what I remember. Peering out the
window
looking,
searching,
waiting,
desperate for a place to belong.
It hadn’t been easy. 7 ½ is too young for so much heartbreak.
Now belonging would be found a
thousand miles away.
A fresh start, as they say.
So much hopeful anticipation.
But none of it was easy.
Getting what you want almost never
is.
Learning to trust, learning to love
takes time.
A frustrating process.
Then one day
With no fanfare and no warning
The pieces fell into place.
No longer was she the little girl
peering out a window
She was our daughter. Filling a space
where I hadn’t even known a space existed.
We were a family.
Now a new journey is beginning.
The little girl is grown and ready to
start her own life.
I feel stuck.
Not yet ready to let go, but knowing
I can’t hang on.
Now it will be me
Watching out the window as she steps
into her future.
Knowing she must move forward, but
silently wishing she could stay.
Another fresh start.
What she makes of it is now up to
her.
