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Dedicated to Mom

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Dedicated to Mom

A silent tear

slid down my cheek

As I paged through memories

bitter and sweet

 

Not many years have gone

by

Yet, remembering

still inspires me to cry

 

Back then, I was safe

Secure

enfolded in arms

that helped me mature

 

The bitter, violent world

held at bay

while, I grew

learned how to make my way

 

Although,

I resisted

Rules were insisted

Your firm, guiding hand

Stood its righteous stand

I took

Selfishly

You gave

Faithfully

 

I turned the wrong way

You

a strong tower

led me right

 

When I was critical

drawn away

You, built self-esteem

Inspired flight

 

Never did you

humiliate, put me aside

You let bygones be by

 

You –

Molded; morals, self-respect

Personality

Me

 

I hope Mom

You are proud

For I am proud

To be you

Creation

 ________________________________________

Copyright © Jamie Nowinski and Grandmother Wisdom/ Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
 
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Jamie Nowinski – Grandmother Wisdom/Grandmother Musings with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
 
 
 
 
 
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My Son is my Son until he takes a Wife

My son is my son until he takes a wife,

But my daughter is my daughter all of her life.

The poem is in harmony with the biblical endorsement that a man should “leave his father and mother, and stay close to his wife.”  It seems that it is common throughout history for a man to become more distant from his parents after marriage.  I mistakenly thought that in these modern times, this poem would be too old-fashioned for my son.  However, as I watched him say his wedding vows to his new wife, I felt deep within my heart that it held truth.  He was no longer mine. 

When my son was born, my aunt recited the poem above to me.  I never really knew what it meant until my son went off to college and then met the woman who would be his wife.  This weekend, in a beautiful ceremony, my son and daughter-in-law were married.  The pair will make their lives four hours away from where I live.  The couple lives close to the bride’s parents, and they will be privy to his everyday comings and goings. 

As the priest bestowed blessings upon the two, I cried tears of happiness and sorrow.  Happiness that my son had found the half of his heart that was missing until his bride came along, and of sorrow, that my son was no longer my baby boy.  He belongs to his wife and the life that they must forge together.  He is independent and strong.  He does not need my protection any longer, but must now be the protector of his new family. 

 I gazed up into his strong, mature face as we moved to the Mother/Son dance at the reception.  The little boy was gone and a man had taken his place. This was a man of honor, integrity, and strength.  He was all the things that I hoped he would be as he was growing.  Moreover, as hard as it was, I knew it was time to liberate him from my parental embrace.  It was time to hand him over to his new life and his new love.

I imagine that all mothers with sons mourn the loss.  The shift in the relationships leaves the mother, who was once the most important woman in her son’s life, playing second to the new woman.  However, the mother must free her son so that he can be self-reliant and give his attention to his wife.  It is imperative that the wife take center stage.  It is traditional, granted, however, the purpose is still as viable today, as it was in biblical times.  It is the way it must be. 

Therefore, it is with great joy that I give my son to his new wife and welcome her into our family.  I am confident that our relationship will grow to be strong and lasting.  In addition, the old saying, “I have not lost a son, but gained a daughter” holds much truth and wisdom.  The circle of love and life will continue to eternity. Blessings and Peace.

 

 

Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
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The Way (Open Book Challenge)

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We are all on an individual journey. We are looking for truth and overturning all stones in an effort to find those methods that will help us discover, THE WAY.

Each one of us has a unique idea of the path and how it is to be followed. Some take to religion, some to science, and some combine all the information into a form of belief. We look for signposts and guides to lead us into a direction. Often we feel we have taken the wrong road or walked down an over trodden path. Frustration that we need to retrace our steps is often felt, and for a moment, makes us sad for the time we have wasted.

However, is it really wasted time? Maybe, there was something missed on the first pass through. Some lesson that was not evident or forgotten. What if we are where we are meant to be, ALWAYS? Could it be that there are no mistakes? It just is what it is.  Hmmm….something to muse about today.

 

**Check out this interesting writing challenge presented by howanxious at 20 Line or Less-An Exercise in Discipline.

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Copyright © Jamie Nowinski and Grandmother Wisdom/ Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Jamie Nowinski – Grandmother Wisdom/Grandmother Musings with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
 

Dedicated to Mom

Posted on

Dedicated to Mom

A silent tear

slid down my cheek

As I paged through memories

bitter and sweet

 

Not many years have gone

by

Yet, remembering

still inspires me to cry

 

Back then, I was safe

Secure

enfolded in arms

that helped me mature

 

The bitter, violent world

held at bay

while, I grew

learned how to make my way

 

Although,

I resisted

Rules were insisted

Your firm, guiding hand

Stood its righteous stand

I took

Selfishly

You gave

Faithfully

 

I turned the wrong way

You

a strong tower

led me right

 

When I was critical

drawn away

You, built self-esteem

Inspired flight

 

Never did you

humiliate, put me aside

You let bygones be by

 

You –

Molded; morals, self-respect

Personality

Me

 

I hope Mom

You are proud

For I am proud

To be you

Creation

 ________________________________________

Copyright © Jamie Nowinski and Grandmother Wisdom/ Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
 
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Jamie Nowinski – Grandmother Wisdom/Grandmother Musings with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
 
 
 
 
 
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