I'm on the edge these days. I walk a thin line, teetering on tender emotions that threaten to bring tears at any given moment.
It happened twice at church yesterday. The first time was when a new baby was baptized; her infant coos accompanying wide eyes against Daddy's strong shoulder as Mama held the hand of two-year old sister. October 1, 1989 - when my own baby girl was baptized - was just last week, wasn't it? Her white gown made by Nana flowed over her chubby little legs, and priceless memories of love and joy lay before her.
The second time was during the Lord's Prayer. We always hold hands with the person on each side, and once again tears clouded my vision as I held my daughter's small hand in mine. The prayer was stilled in my throat as I saw her other hand holding that of her brother...and suddenly they were four and two, running through the sprinkler, playing on the swings, Trick-or-Treating.......their childhood grins firmly planted on little faces and days stretching endlessly ahead.
And while watching the televised graduation of the Greensburg, Kansas seniors, the realization of another graduation really hit home...and I wondered how I'll get through it with the grace and composure that I owe my 'little girl'.
I'm on the edge, all right.
Having children is not for the weak at heart.
Neither is letting them go.