I wrote this poem three years ago as a Christmas gift to my daughters.
They were pushing against the edges of the nest, and I wondered where those changes — as vexing as they were inevitable — left me.
Three years ago, I was confused and frustrated about my morphing role as “Dad”.
Three years later — thanks largely to my wise wife’s sage counsel — I know my role is to continue to celebrate and support them as the wonderful young adults that they have become.
Today, with Christmas two days away, I share this to reiterate to them how incredibly proud and grateful I am to be their Dad, whatever that means.
Merry Christmas to all…
TRANSITION
For what am I
If not a part of you?
I, whose eyes became your eyes
So that you could see the sparkle of a star-filled night sky
Learning what is, and believing in what could be
I, whose heart beat for your heart
So that you might know the magic of true love
That you might both receive and share its living power
I, whose hands felt for your hands
So that you could learn the warmth of another’s touch
Human and divine, able to reach the unreachable
I, whose soul sought for your soul
So that you would know and value the spirit of all,
More meaningful than name, color or creed
I, whose humor broke your frown
So that you would feel laughter’s healing balm
And be restored to yourself and each other
I, who would trade my own for the life I gave you
So that you might joyfully raise another high,
Earning salvation upon the wings of sacrifice.
Do I lose my Me, as you gain your You?
Do my eyes lose their sight – or cry with joy for your brilliance?
Does my heart stop beating – or drum louder with pride?
Do my hands remain unused – or clap loudest for your successes?
Does my soul petrify – or happily abide as yours blossoms?
For what am I
If not a part of you?
I am the
Father/Mother/God, who
Dreams and breathes and lives
Through you
With you
In you.
Together
Separate
Regardless,
Forever.