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I have to remember that it is her journey. Not mine.
I have my own journey.
I can’t tell her what her journey is anymore than can she can tell me what mine is.
I have to move forward and let her move forward too.
My hear aches a little just thinking about this seperation.
Sadness fills me and I feel no joy. Just fear. I know this is not right but it is honest.
STOP! I want to shout. Just stop. I need more time. Just a little more time. It went so fast. It is going too fast. You are my baby still.
But no, you are almost 12 and I feel you slipping away.
Yes, you can sleep in my bed tonight.
A moment. Another moment.
For just one more moment.
“Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don’t much care where.
The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.
Alice: …So long as I get somewhere.
The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you’re sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland