The Ride

This past Monday morning, I joined the ranks of the parents who hold back tears on the first day of school as my twin daughters began Kindergarten. Not more than 24 hours earlier, I had the following experience with one of those daughters. Sometimes God is subtle.

And sometimes He makes His message so very loud and clear it is impossible not to hear.

She wants to ride

She wants to fly

She wants to go


She asks me to teach her

Excitement in her eyes

Spirit in her hands


The surprise in this girl

Began the second of her birth

Teaching me a love I could not grasp


I've loved her big

Held her tight

Breathed her scent

Studied her lashes

Cherished her kisses

Watched her grow


Thanked God for this gift.

Thanked God for my child.


Thanked God for HIS gift.

Thanked God for HIS child.


This flesh of my flesh

Bones of my bones

Extension of myself


I desire good for her Always

Never to hurt

Never to fall


Always to fly.


But I cannot protect

Be her constant shield

Keep her small forever


For she is not mine.


She belongs not to me

But to the Father

Her Father, My Father


So I take her to ride

I steady the bike

I grip her tight


Faster and faster

“Mom, you have to let go”

She says over and over


I have to let her go

I have to let her fall

I have to let her fly


I hold my breath

Remove my hand

Watch her go


Loving her.


Trusting HIM.

A note from the writer: I am a strong supporter of helmets while riding a bike. Be assured that the lack of said helmet in the photo shown was for photography purposes only :)