One of hardest parts of being a parent? That you have the power to prevent your child from heart break, but by doing so, you're going to keep your child from something so beautiful it's worth the risk of a potential heartache. So the toughest thing is figuring out what is going to break her heart, and what is not, and, most importantly, what is so beautiful it's worth a heartache for the moment it was beautiful. Full of love.
I cannot keep her from the pain forever, I know, but I can prevent it for now. But to keep her from the maybe pain, i'm also keeping her from the maybe beautfy.
Sometimes a rose is so scented that it's worth the risk of a thorn prick. A walk is so needed that it's worth the risk of a stumble. A storm is so wondrous, it's worth the fear. A puppy is so cuddly, it's worth the short life span.
A heartbreak is traded for another heartbreak. It's unavoidable. If one doesn't break, the other must. And so, the heart that is breaking is my own. It take s courage to let go, knowing there is pain likely down the road, for to love is to be open to pain. To be fearless. To walk into danger. There cannot be a happy ending, for there will always be pain or death
I'll be ther for her if there is a fall. If there is pain. If she needs to fall back into the arms of someone who loves her unconditionally.
Letting go is the most courageous thing I've ever done. It's also the most frightening.
"It started out as a feeling. Which then grew into a hope. Which then grew into a quiet thought. Which then grew into a quiet word."