How peaceful my children look after 9:00 p.m. How angelic are the faces peeking out of their blankets. My heart ponders and wish that my boys remain the little children I tuck in at night and gaze on so lovingly. Then morning comes and with it little hellions seem to possess my angels of the night. Chaos and yelling and bickering become the order of the day. My sweet little boys turn into raging bulls asserting their own will. And I fear for the future and wonder what have I been doing wrong. Will my boys turn out right? And I wish, I wish I can peek into the future – just the way I skip to the latter pages of a book – to assuage my suspense. There, I wish to find consolation or perhaps, an insight about things I need to change in the present to change a bad future. But I only have here and now. While I wait for the future to unfold, I enjoy the moment, do the best I can, and hope.
Seeds go underground
growing in their own sweet time