Thirty plus years now past
Three fully formed people
Like a lifetime yet no time at all
Stories from long ago
Put to an end
Was it hard to settle into that new reality?
New challenges and worries and responsibilities?
The stress and struggle of making ends meet
No more heading off on a whim
To have adventures
The past stories both fascinate and sadden me
You could have had so many more
Instead of being cornered off into a working life
With mouths to feed
Entrenched in the system
And the process of raising children
Which you did with so much dedication
My child’s mind sees the mundane of everyday life
Repeated for years
Like being trapped in a prison
Exasperated sighs and words of frustration
Disliked jobs and “not enough money”
Parental “boringness”
Perceived through eyes not yet ready to understand
Unable to see the subtleties
And the magic that hides so often behind the ordinary
It does not comprehend that it was a choice
And the life you live today still is
Perhaps my child’s mind projects its own yearning
To fly free and explore
Onto your imagined experience
And sees only a cage
 
However, my adult mind
Despite knowing the wonder
Of adventures and new places
Expansive freedom and endless possibilities
Knows that adventures can feel both exhilarating
And empty
Lost
Like a feather in the wind
With no meaning or sense of direction
 
And it knows the full up plenitude
Of creating something
Tending to it over and over
And watching it grow
Sacrificing time and more enjoyable activities
In order to see its blossoms
 
It knows that adventures stay inside
Etched on hearts and minds
And shaping who we are
And that even one story
Is enough to last a lifetime
 
My child’s mind cannot see
The riches you carry on the inside
It just makes assumptions
Based on childhood reasoning
Black and white
Rather than the full rainbow spectrum of human experience
How can it know what your reality feels like?
It’s making itself sad
Over a mere story it invented
Ever difficult to establish a clear divide
Between the you
And the me.

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