Letting them fly

Taryn - 28 Aug 16

“What if I fall… Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?” Erin Hansen

This is the toughest part of mothering for me but arguebly one of the most important parts; allowing my children’s wings to form and grow and letting them flutter and fly.

They are like tiny little butterflies that start as a cocoon growing in your belly and then arrive in all their beauty with their delicate, fragile, little wings. Although they have wings they need to be taught to fly, given the freedom and space to learn, yet kept safe; this is easier said than done.

I’m struggling with this right now as I prepare for my eldest daughter to go to school next week. She’s ready to go, she’s desperate to go in fact and when we were talking about it at bedtime the other night and I said to her that I’d miss her and I wish she could stay at home with me a little a bit longer, she wisely said to me, you have to let me grow up mummy. It very much feels like I have a little butterfly in my hands and I’m about to open the window and let it dart out and flit around.

Its daunting but I have to give their wings strength and courage, I have to allow them to fly, to find their places in this world and enjoy watching them from a safe distance and be in reach for them to return to as they need to. I am their safe place, their summer meadow.

I always wear a butterfly necklace which the girl’s daddy gave to me in the early days of our relationship. All three of the little ladies have twirled it as babies and still do as I hold them and snuggle them. They comment on it often and love it as much as I do. I hope it will always remind them to spread their wings and fly – my three little butterflies.

Me x

Taryn

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