This week I am starring-down a transition in life that I am suppose to be ready for. I've seen it coming. I've been told about it. I'm even paying for it! But I hate it. My Morgan is going off to college. Not just 'off ' but way-the-flipping off... 12 hours. I know... I know... it is suppose to happen... its good for her... and I have been told that soon I may even enjoy it. But my heart is not comforted by pragmatism. I miss my little buddy. I started missing her when she started wearing head-phones, I grew to miss her when she started dating boys... but now my tears are lined-up waiting for orders to flood my face.
Transitions are a part of life. It's only in the discovery and embracing of the future that you don't get your heart slammed in the closing door of the past. The past, good or bad, can only be resolved by present and future moments. Becoming retro-focused can only bring sorrow and regret. Memories are just that - memories. They are the sweet remembrances of the things that once defined your life. Memories are not the constructs of the future. Being caught living within them will remove all sure-footing. Times change, people change... little girls grow up. Wobbling toddlers become graceful women. All I have learned is - weather the transition, cherish the past, live the moment, embrace the future. I have learned that my name is not Morgan, it is Paul. I must live Paul's life and enjoy watching Morgan living hers.
