Sweet Inspiration

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Sweet Inspiration

Sweet Inspiration                                                                                                                       

Taking her home one day, my daughter said to me, "Until then".                                                                      I was expressing my frustration by questioning her ability                                                to get along in life without my assistance.  I wondered out loud with                                    her about how long it might take her to be fully emancipated.                                       Yes, she was on her own with three kids, but it seemed to me that her                                                      reliance on my services needed to be curtailed.  Her reply indicated to                                                                me that she would be utilizing me as long as I was available.  I was deeply                                             moved and inspired by those two words.  I came to realize in a personal                and close-up way that 'her growth and maturity' was greatly linked to the                 word 'Then".  Since then, I have been more aware that emancipation is a two-way process.  I am also allowing the 'Then Time' to come more sooner than later.

Late one night after I had picked him up from work, my oldest son said,                                                       "Dad, I do not need you to be my news reporter".  Those words were in                                                 response to my repeated attempts to 'remind him' of some of his obligations.                                     In a very passionate tone, he was informing me that he was now an adult and no longer required such reminders.  On that particular night, I was indeed the one being taught to 'grow up'.                                                                                                                                                            

"Dad, you need to be more flexible".  Such were the reply of my youngest son when I questioned his inability to return straight home after being sent on a mission. He was a new driver, and I was a 'worrier'.  Up to that point,  I was an A, B, C and 1, 2, 3 type of person. Since that night, I have learned to 'Chill'; and sometimes, I might even skip A and B, or forget about 3 and jump to 7.  I thought 'Father knows best'.
03062017 PS Contest, Younger people who have inspired you, Brenda Chiri

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