Phil's Philosophy by; D.P.Kinkade Contributions by; Taylor & Drake Kinkade

Sat, 07/07/2018 - 1:54pm — Diane Dyer

NOT AGAIN-There are those in my life whom I “will never see the likes again.” As I was pondering this notion I realized that I and my children are some of them. I will never again see the boy I was years ago, I will never again hold my children as babies and sometimes that realization brings on a sigh of regret but sometimes, a sense of astonishment.

NEVER AGAIN

There he is, the boy I was, just looking to fit in, looking to belong,

looking to excel in something, anything, baseball, or track, the smartest kid in class?

get the best grades, or draw the best picture, write with the most emotion or flair?

Ah, I shall not see his like again!I shall never again see the boy who trusted too easily

until his heart was broken by both rejection and betrayal.

who matured slower than everyone else, who believed he would be alone forever,

until it became one of his greatest fears;

until someone trusted him enough to take his last name.

There she is the little girl who calls me daddy,

trusting me with all her might, knowing no harm would befall her while in my care. I remember

the thumps to my head and spontaneous laughter, as I hold her when she accepts a pageant crown.

There he is my little man, full of mischief, looking so much like his mom,

finding joy in a simple game of hide and seek.

rough and tumble yet softly cradling a hurt little pup.

I think I see a glimpse of the boy I was, in each of them; both so grown now, so independent but perhaps one day another child, a piece of them; will let me glimpse once again, their own childhood.

GROWING PAINS;

not a child any more, able now to look me straight in the eye.

muscle cramps and nosebleeds; drifts between confusion, apathy and confidence;

all included in the pain of growing up.

a baby, so dependent, so in need, looking for care, love and protection.

we worry until we hear the first breath taken.

we worry until you find your first friend.

we worry until we hear you come home, no matter how big you have become.

we worry that the day will come when we might not be able to protect or comfort.

we worry that the day will come when you no longer need us to.

All included in the pain of watching your babies become young adults!

It is a wonder; a joy; a miracle; to watch a life,