Sunday Sonnets--I Seek Simplicity
Zoë and her mother spent the better part of last evening looking at dresses. They oohed and ahhed over each new find noting differences and similarities in the ones that they liked. An innocuous exercise on the surface yet shockingly harsh in it's reality. Painful in it's intents as I came to realize that try as I may, I am powerless. I attempt to control, to steer, to guide, to shape, and to mold the lives of my children with a vision of what I believe to be good and honorable. I instruct and chastise, comfort and soothe. As a parent, I am provider and a source.
Yesterday I came to realize the infinitesimally small amount of control that I actually have. Time has far more power and I am defenseless to it. Whether or not I am ready, my children are growing up. You see, yesterday evening Zoë and her mother spent the better part of two hours looking for a First Communion Dress. The harsh realities of the situation humbled me. It has also inspired this week's Sunday Sonnets.
I Seek Simplicity
Like it or else, time does wait.
Our children grow though we resist.
Their minds ever expanding as the world
In which they live continues to grow smaller.
Objects become concepts and pat
Answers are no longer acceptable as
Explanation of the ordinary.
My kids are growing up.
Haughty, my spirit is lifted as once
Impossible tasks are now ordinary.
Rudimentary conversation is replaced
With provocation and depth.
Time matures us, teaches and molds, not me.
I long for the comfort of simplicity.
Yesterday I came to realize the infinitesimally small amount of control that I actually have. Time has far more power and I am defenseless to it. Whether or not I am ready, my children are growing up. You see, yesterday evening Zoë and her mother spent the better part of two hours looking for a First Communion Dress. The harsh realities of the situation humbled me. It has also inspired this week's Sunday Sonnets.
I Seek Simplicity
Like it or else, time does wait.
Our children grow though we resist.
Their minds ever expanding as the world
In which they live continues to grow smaller.
Objects become concepts and pat
Answers are no longer acceptable as
Explanation of the ordinary.
My kids are growing up.
Haughty, my spirit is lifted as once
Impossible tasks are now ordinary.
Rudimentary conversation is replaced
With provocation and depth.
Time matures us, teaches and molds, not me.
I long for the comfort of simplicity.
Posted by Zoe's Dad at Sunday, July 27, 2008 10:25 AM and is filed under Communion,time waits for no one,Growing Up,Sunday Sonnets,Catholicism,first communion dresses 
You must mean First Communion, right? Zoe can't be old enough to get confirmed yet, can she?
Communion...confirmation...it's all dizzying for a little Baptist Boy from the Heart of Dixie.
I've corrected the mistake. Thank you for showing me the error of my ways.
Dang it! You're making me get all weepy!
You! You should have seen me curled in a fetal position sucking my thumb as those two giggled the evening away.
Someone's been studying sonnets! Good boy!
I've tried bricks on the head; doesn't work. Still have mouthy 15-year-old with attitude. Dang. The rest are following right after her.
I've considered withholding food. That may not be a good idea.
You mean they aren't as malleable as a one year old forever? This could get interesting. Nice Sonnet!
I don't believe any of mine were ever malleable. They all are pretty headstrong--comes from their mother.
Well congrats to Zoe on her first communion!!
And to you, I advise you to hold on tight, if you blink they'll become teenagers! :-0
I thought seven was a teenager! At least that's how she acts.
it's really startling how much we are really just along for the ride. Our kids grow and live and become who the are and all we can do it hope that we have done enough to rub some good stuff off on them.