Life Lessons…part 4 of 4

I think this one is the one that hit me the hardest.  It’s something that, believe it or not, my mom gave me when I was in high school and I had just gotten dumped.  You know that feeling… when you think that the world is over and you’ll never get over it.  Looking back now, it all seems so silly. We only dated for a couple of weeks, and by dated I mean maybe held hands in school and wrote notes back and forth during class, but it seemed like the end of an era.  Funny how little we really know when we are kids and how right our parents really were, even though we’ll never admit it at the time. 

After Awhile
by unknown

“After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company isn’t security.
Kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.

After awhile you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain
and the inevitable has a way of crumbling in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you stand too long in one place.

So, you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn you really can endure,
that you really do have worth.
You learn that with every good-bye comes the dawn.”

Thanks mom for all the advice you’ve given me over the years!

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