WEIGHT OF A THOUSAND BRICKS
Life is a Highway
A Grandmother's Thoughts
Letting them go as they spread their wings into the great unknown,
Can be like a thousand bricks weighing on our hearts.
We cannot stop them from leaving the nest. All we can do is pray,
The values we taught them are still welded deep within their youthful minds.
The innocence of young adults may not lead them where they think they are going,
All of us have learned life through living it in our own way.
As a child or grandchild travels hundreds of miles from home by themselves,
There may be no way of changing their minds,
Trust in God to see them safely to their destination.
Cast your worries unto the Lord,
Is easier said than done,
This will stop ourselves from going insane with worry.
As I watched him leave.......
My grandson just left to travel over a thousand miles to go to school. I know he could have found one much closer. Maybe I'm just an old grandma worrying about things I shouldn't be concerned about. I guess the old truck he's driving doesn't help with convincing me he'll be okay. He's traveled by himself further than that before and he found his way home. So why am I worried? I know he's a big boy and can take care of himself. Guess grandmas are just made that way. I am proud of him for pursuing his dream.
The thoughts in the poem came to me as I watched him leave.
An Update Nearly a Year Later
I was right. I had no reason to worry about Tyler. After just the first two months at a school he couldn’t afford housing for, he decided to go back to the pipelines. Not near home, but where he needed to be.
He sold his old pickup truck, bought a plane ticket and went to Texas. He was back working at what he knew with people he knew. He loved it there. He was getting some extra hand-on welding lessons to go with what he had learned at the school. School can come later if he still wants the educated version of learning the welding trade. He knows a great deal about it already without going the course.
When the crew moved north, he moved. Before spring he bought a near new truck and came home. This is the first year he was not battling the winter months of the north as he worked the gas fields.
Here we are, going into fall and he plans to stay here for now. He has a new girlfriend here. Funny how such a thing can change a young man’s plans. If that’s what it takes, I give thanks to God for the birds and the bees.