An ironic position

A young adult sent off to school. Loving parents watching their little boy grow up before their eyes. Watching-from the side lines of youth. This education, flight of experience distances the framework of the paternal / maternal relationship with their kin. The experience they allow me to traverse is my own. This disables our relationship at the same time, growth is my goal, comfort is theirs. Comfort in the smiles and careful parenting of when they were needed essentially. Traditional thought of parenting prevents new flight for both parties. Parents watching from the ground, call back to me-as a youth. Lift them up I say, I will forever be your child-but now a new friendship is in the making. One of curiosity and exploration! Strive for the importance of living together once again. The call to "check up" is lost. Share essences not facts. Speak in dreams-life sought and journeys ongoing. Let all cultivate with hands in the real soil, not simply sowing seeds from picture books of the past. Fresh eyes create fresh memories that do not need to be captured. To capture is to lose the spontaneity-the freedom dies in its eyes. Expectations cannot be met in that reliving. I am all smiles for the present-shared.