{"id":11010,"date":"2015-09-02T21:18:34","date_gmt":"2015-09-02T21:18:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/margiewarrellold.flywheelsites.com\/?p=11010"},"modified":"2015-09-02T21:18:34","modified_gmt":"2015-09-02T21:18:34","slug":"deep-roots-strong-wings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/margiewarrell.com\/deep-roots-strong-wings\/","title":{"rendered":"Deep Roots, Strong Wings."},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cYour children are not your children.
\nThey are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
\nThey come through you but not from you.
\nAnd though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
\nYou are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
\nThe archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
\nLet your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness.
\nFor even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is stable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2013 Kahlil Gibran<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

After an adventurous four-day work trip to Beijing\u00a0(which you may have followed on\u00a0Facebook<\/a> and Instagram<\/a>), I returned home Sunday night to confront an impending reality that my hearts been wrestling with for months.<\/p>\n

That very soon two of my children will living on the far side of\u00a0the world from me.<\/p>\n

(Last year I wrote about my oldest son moving away in this article:\u00a0Mother Courage: Learning\u00a0a whole new brand of brave as my son spreads his wings<\/a>.)<\/em><\/p>\n

Just as my oldest son Lachlan did a year ago, tomorrow my daughter Maddy leaving\u00a0Melbourne to join her big brother just outside Washington DC.\u00a0\u00a0It\u2019s a long<\/em> way from home – over 16,000kms in fact (10,000+ miles).<\/p>\n

Of course having lived in the US for over ten years of their lives until 2012, moving back there to finish high school and on\u00a0to college isn\u2019t as scary as it may be for some. But still, it\u2019s a long way from the rest of their family (at least a 24 hour trip each way, without delays!). Too far for me to \u2018pop over\u2019 for their school theatre productions or parent teacher meeting. Too far for them to come home for a long weekend. Thank God for the technology that helps close the distance.<\/p>\n

My husband Andrew and I have\u00a0always encouraged our\u00a0kids to see themselves as global citizens. So we’ve always tried\u00a0to give them\u00a0deep roots and strong wings. What I hadn\u2019t factored in would be that by age sixteen they\u2019d be ready to spread them. The irony doesn\u2019t escape me that their courage to pursue big dreams and travel far at such a young age has come back to bite me on the bum.\u00a0Maybe I should have waited until they were older to encourage them to be so brave?!<\/p>\n

Of course I shouldn\u2019t!<\/p>\n

Of course I\u2019m not the only parent who\u2019s had to get used to a new norm as children grow up and move out of home. I just don\u2019t know that many whose kids have gone so far away at such a young age (though if you do, please let me know!).<\/p>\n

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Many people assume I must be anxious about having two teenagers so far from home. I’m not. Not one tiny bit anxious. In fact I have immense trust in their judgment \u2013 they are incredibly level headed, thoughtful, and mature young adults with big ambitions and a strong work ethic. The only emotion I really feel is sad.<\/p>\n

Sad that I will not be able to hug them as much (I\u00a0love<\/span><\/em>\u00a0hugging!)
\nSad that I won\u2019t get to be as immersed in their daily lives.
\nSad that I won\u2019t be part of so many rites of passage (like dress shopping for the senior formal) like other parents around me.<\/p>\n

Sad their grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins will also not see them as much.
\nSad that my daughter won\u2019t be \u2018borrowing\u2019 my clothes on a near daily basis.
\nSad that the noise levels in our home will be far more like \u2018normal\u2019 homes.
\nEven sad that I won\u2019t be able to nag them to pick up their clothes and put them in the wash.<\/p>\n

But just as I had to go through this grieving process when Lachlan left (which I wrote about in Brave<\/a><\/em>), what I learnt is that while its okay to give myself space to feel sad (yep, like right now as tears roll down my cheeks just typing this). It\u2019s important that I don\u2019t dwell on all that \u201cI\u201d lose, and also be grateful for all that they will gain. Grateful that we are in a position to give our kids such an amazing opportunity and grateful that I have children to begin with!<\/p>\n

Lachlan absolutely thrived in her first year away at Episcopal High School (the 100% co-ed boarding school that Maddy will also be attending.) He was already an extraordinary young man when he left home, he\u2019s even more so now.<\/p>\n

And I know that what they gain from their time in the US will open doors of opportunity beyond what even I can imagine.<\/p>\n

And I also know that the bonds of love that tie our family together so closely will only grow stronger with the distance, not weaker.<\/p>\n

And hopefully within a few years the opportunity will arise for me to be back there working and living again, and that bit closer to them (part the reason behind them moving ahead – a preemptive move to avoid having to move in their final two years of high school.)<\/p>\n

But for now, today, I let a few tears roll down my cheeks as I get present to the passing of time, the closing of one chapter and the beginning of a new. Ultimately life is always full of change. Some we seek. Some we welcome. Some we resist. But all of it holds opportunities to learn more about ourselves and grow into the fullness of who we can become. Even if its sometimes a little painful in the process.<\/p>\n

Deep roots. Strong wings. Brave hearts.<\/p>\n

Tick. Tick. Tick.<\/p>\n

And a few tears in there too.<\/p>\n

\"PD_0009\"<\/a>

Twelve years ago but feels like a minute ago!<\/p><\/div>\n

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