February in Maryland…what are my daffodils doing showing their tips so early? Do they know something I don’t know? Of course they do. Plants have been here long before people, and they will be here after.
I wondered if I should cover them with leaves? Should I leave them be? I decided to let them be and see what happens. Kind of like parenting a new 18-year-old…which is where I am at now in life. My inclination is to still ask the zillion questions: Did you bring your coat? Don’t you think you’ll need a coat? Do you have your medication? Did you remember to take your medication? and the list goes on and on in my head.
My life as “Full-Time-Parent” is quickly coming to a close. I guess it is a Retirement of sorts. Transition is never easy for me but I do like it. Maybe it’s all those years I was an Army Brat, where Transition was a way of life.
Perhaps the daffodils are a reminder that Transition is a process. Not without pain, not without errors in judgement, and not without joy. May the daffodils and I continue our journey into Spring. Each of us observing the other and letting us “be”.