Circle of Life

Through a mothers eyes

 The story told from a child is one with out shape. The child has to grow and learn before it can tell a story with substance. What is it that makes substance for these stories you may ask, it is that of a child's imagination and will to pick truth from reality.

 A little boy/girl will play alone until he finds friends to share with, eventually they will go to make friends and begin to leave those he loves more and more. Mothers weep for there precious baby, but they are no longer babies. 

 

 The child will soon grow to a teen, where the warmth of home is a place of rest, however your child will rest less and less, and as a mother you watch them grow into an adult. For your baby is no longer a baby any more, no longer a teen, or child he or she is grown. 

 Pride takes place in you sad smile as you wish them well, they empty there rooms taking the treasures. They don't see just how quickly they have embarked on a life long journey. One where you can't protect them or see everything they do. You have to wait and wish they best they learn from you.

 One day with pride their will be no doubt the stories they tell will be of those you formed, the frame and foundation from which they began. The cycle starts over their is never an end. You soon children's children will start the same trend, with weepy mothers and empty beds the story of life never truly ends.

Author's Note

Off the cuff misspelling I am sure, I am a bit rusty. Leave comments and I will happily respond!