Sep 07, 2017 walking through budapest
You’ve never seen someone more proud of themselves than Wren when she takes a handful of steps before falling onto her bum. She wobbles into rooms, airports, and street sidewalks. Swaying on all points of her feet as she masters balancing. I’m watching my last baby learn to walk. Strange to admit but there is a sadness as I realize it is the last time I will be experiencing these ‘firsts’ that feel so magical. First words, first time walking, first time laughing. They are all moving into a new category in my mind, of reflections.
When you learn to walk you start your own path. Wren, you are just starting on your own footpath. My heart swells as you gain confidence in this life. My hands are permanently held out to you. Even when you’ve out grown them and instead of walking into me you walk to my side. That is how I would ideally like us to be . . . into our old age. Side by side as equals in our safety with each other. I’ll share a secret I ‘ve learned in life. Sometimes the straight and narrow path leads no where. There are many paths that lead to happiness. Don’t let anyone tell you their pathway is the right way if it’s not right for you. Some need a footpath and some might grow wings and fly. My last night in Budapest your dad and I took a stroll along the river and lit up above the Parliament building – like stars on fire or glowing embers being blown in the wind – were hundreds of seagulls. They were under lit from the Parliament building’s lights. I hope you find your fire inside you and as you start to figure out what road to take in life know that God gave you yourself. Learn to rely on your own feet and hands or you if you find you need to sprout wings and soar, then take flight instead.