Friday, December 24, 2010

Whose feet are whose? (A Christmas Card)

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."    ~William Butler Yeats

I'm just waiting for our teens to go to bed so we can fill their stockings....

Our little family rarely does the cliche thing. Believe it or not, this is my version of our yearly Christmas photo. Well, if we had a yearly Christmas photo. We're just not that type of family I guess.

As my children continue growing well into their teenaged years now, I am still perplexed by their accelerated physical changes and all the other changes too. Moods. Attitudes. What they value now. What they no longer seem to value. Not only are they growing, they are growing away from us.

How did this happen so quickly? I so fondly recall the way it once was...when it was quite obvious whose feet were ours and whose feet were our children. I washed those feet. I clipped those toenails. I put band-aids on those feet. I tickled those feet. Those feet once clomped around our house in our shoes. I rubbed those feet. I led those feet safely across the street. But not anymore.  

These feet are reminders that my wife and I don't have that much time left with them. How did they get this old? Can you tell whose feet are whose? I can barely tell anymore. I know. I know. Every parent has to go through this. Every parent finds it difficult to fathom how quickly time sneaks away.

But these feet are my life. These are the feet I love: my wife, my daughter, my son, myself. I really have nothing more precious. I am afraid for the future. For their future. But hopeful too. I have spread my dreams under these feet. World: tread softly. Please.

9 comments:

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Toe to toe, off you go! Christmas blessings from the bottom of my . . . feet.

dbs said...

@DSWS Ha.

Molly said...

Lump in my throat and mine are still under 5! I've just realised how much I love their feet! Sniff.

Alittlesprite said...

*sniff* that was so sweet. My little feet have a while before they leave to take their own journey.

Elliott said...

Watching them age is fulfilling, but yes, it is tough. I remember, this time of year especially, when they were little. Being awakened at mind-numbing times before the sun rose to open gifts. Now I'm going to be a grandfather, and as much as I work to be a hard-ass to combat my wife's nesting instinct, that makes me all gooey inside.

Fran said...

Yes, I knew mine were getting older when we couldn't get past the line of trainers and shoes and boots in the hall because they were all so BIG.

dbs said...

@Molly & @Alittlesprite Savour the time.
@Elliot Whoa. I'm not there yet, but I feel your goo.
@Fran We experience that too.

Kimber Leszczuk. said...

This was a beautiful post and what an awesome tradition!

Anonymous said...

Astonishing style. I would like to write that way.

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