I watched - in silence - as she weeble-wobbled her way up to standing.
I watched - in awe - as she found her way to precarious balance.
Yes - you can.
Yes - you will.
She leaned into her mother for support....for reassurance...for safety...for comfort.
Her mother leaned right back into she.
It was a moment - sweet...intimate....real.
It was beautiful. Truly.
I thought about these past two years. Where I've been. Where I am.
Where is my mother as I seek my own way?
Where is that compass?
It's that time when I'm flooded with memory. The happiest of days intertwined with the saddest.
Energy and motion.
Time stands not still.
Life changes. It's the only constant.
We change too.
We reach and stretch and grow and hold on to that someday.
There is only me.
I lean into the good earth to ground and support.
I take one quick look back before looking forward.
I am standing. I'm finding a new sense of balance.
At times - I weeble-wobble. Yes. It's true.
That compass? Somewhere it resides.
With my memories...with my dreams....with my answers and all of my questions.