A Heart Bared

421152_10150518298024422_958316185_nThrough the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did – that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that – a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.
~ Debra Ginsberg

The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant, and let the air out of the tires.
~Dorothy Parker

I would expect to be used to this by now; saying goodbye to adult children who come home for a visit, and then return to do what they have been called upon to do, living far away from us.

I may be used to it, but it gets no easier.  Each parting serves as a reminder of how deep and wide is the love for family yet how necessary is the letting go.

My tear ducts are due for a good washing out any way.  I consider it necessary maintenance along with checking to make sure the tires are well inflated.

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Our three in the middle,  leading outdoor church worship last night, photo by Brian Vander Haak

When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
~John Fawcett, last verse, Blest Be The Tie That Binds

6 thoughts on “A Heart Bared

  1. No, it doesn’t get any easier – regardless of their ages. That invisible umbilical cord still connects you. It is a tether between you and each of the three children that you bore in pain and in joy, loved and nurtered and, in time, had to let go to give them free rein over the lives for which you helped to prepare them.

    So, go into the barn, put your arms around one of your lovely horses and have a good cry. It is time.

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  2. Only parents can fully understand this. I’m thankful that your loss is our gain with a new twist this year. In return, I’m leaving my son in “your” Lynden with a new job!

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  3. The photo in the hay loft says it all. Three happy adults, genuinely happy, not just saying “cheese.” I feel your pain, Emily, but you did good! I’m weeping too.

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  4. Thank you Emily for your thoughts. To love someone has the cost of heartache when they leave.

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  5. After investing so many years in their lives, each time they leave it feels like they’re going on without us (as it should be at their age) & they take away a small piece of us each time they do. Even though we know this is good & healthy I feel like I’m missing out on seeing them achieve & prosper & just being a part of their community. I guess a part of us just always wants to be there for them. So until we see each other again I’m on my knees (I guess that’s my way of being there for them & probably does them more good than me actually being with them). Even though we know this, our hearts & eyes say something else; I guess God does know we need that annual tear duct cleaning! (ok, I’m getting mine more than once this year, just reading your post!) Praying for you & your kids as they leave one by one back into their perspective mission fields.
    ~June

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