"We're all just walking each other home." - - Ram Dass

Monday, August 29, 2011

Soft Place to Land

"Mom, what's this feeling that feels like you love someone so much, yet you just feel so trapped by the feeling that you know if you say something, you'll cry?"

"that, buddy friend, is can be exhausting..."

"How do I fix it?"

"You don't...come sit in my lap and just let your body work it out..."

As quiet tears tumble down my lanky boys face, I learn yet another gift of being a mother.

So often I am the encourager, challenging them to love deeper, express themselves clearer...but I am learning the gift of being a soft place to land.

Our hands begin to stick from stagnant heat between us,
     and I fight....
                   fight the urge to fix.
                         fight the urge to instruct.
                            fight the urge to distract.

      and I feel...
                    feel the weight of his old soul.
                          feel the promise of life lessons to come.
                               feel the honor of sitting beside him on this journey.

     ...and soon, his tears of gratitude intertwine with my own.


  1. Oh, Tara....I needed to read that. I can be such a controller with my kids...your post made me cry and was a reminder that most of the time they don't need me to control or fix, but be a soft place to land. Thank you!!!

  2. Tara- Your words are beautiful and true. You make me think so much about my own life. I have so much to be grateful for, although I often don't focus on that and instead look at the stresses in my life. After reading your last three posts, I am so thankful for all Mike does for our family and the simple pleasure of having a beautiful son to share our lives with. You should write a book!