Children are the ultimate reminder
of the passage of time. One moment you feel like you’re desperately treading water, in survival mode,
just managing to stay afloat in a sea of sleepless nights, pooey nappies and
seemingly endless demands. Never in your life have you been so needed, so
depended upon.
Somehow you adapt to these new
conditions. Miraculously, you manage to
catch your breath and find a steady rhythm that allows you to keep pace until
the seas become stormy once again.
When the wild weather hits, you
inhale deeply, knowing from experience that you are about to get dragged under and
there’s nothing you can do except hold your breath until it’s safe to exhale
again. You become adept at moving with the tides.
Years pass after that initial
plunge overboard, and with pride you discover that you’ve gone from merely
keeping your head above the water to being a strong and capable swimmer.
Before you know it
milestones come to pass that used to seem like a distant lighthouse in a
faraway harbour. The oldest is in
school, the youngest now out of nappies, sleepless nights are a thing of the
past. The rough seas have calmed and
there is time to float and let the lull of the waves carry you.
The moon waxes and wanes many times
over. Your youngest child starts school. You’ve made it to shore. There’s
now time to lie on the sand while the salty water that used to immerse you
gently tugs at your toes. The water
tickles your feet playfully, an old foe now turned friend. Except you realise now something you knew all
along. The sea was always your friend. Without it you wouldn’t have the taut strong arms
that circle your children with love each and every day, or the solid unyielding
stance that is their stability and their lighthouse in the storm.
You roll over on the sand to explore your surroundings. Squinting, with one hand over your eyes you see the craggly outline of a mountain. The lofty peak is barely visible from where you are. Ahhh it's the teenage years up ahead.