Today, Thursday 30th June, 2016, our lovely daughter transitioned out of primary school. The institution called it graduating into Secondary School.
The day started off cold, but with a lingering promise of sunshine. Half of my heart however seemed determined to stay at the cold weather place.
As we dropped her off at school for that transitioning, where you seemingly close one door and open another, my mind was filled with memories of the infant that I had so long ago carried around in the garden, making gurgling sounds…The pretty twinkling trusting eyes…The little lips that just managed to curve into a smile so tiny….The little arms that went round my neck and felt better than the most precious string of pearls….And that kinky lovely bushy Afro hair that just made her so proudly African. And a tear made its way to my lap. At that moment I knew instinctively that our daughter was transition out of my lap. Was my lap ready? Was my heart ready? Could I have done the 12 years differently to make the magical years last longer? Am I ready for that door that she must now open?
It has been a priceless joy journeying with her and we trust that the journey ahead of us shall be as awesomely satisfying and more. Pray, how do I stop trying to correct possible mistakes before she makes them? How do I stop wanting to teach her life’s lessons through my experiences rather than her own? How do I let go and let her?
I believe the early years have been easy because she never let her hand out of mine from that first day when she experienced the tender guidance of my firm hand. And as I walked, there was an imprint already cast.
Thank you God for treading and leveling our path with her even before we dreamed of treading it. As we embark on this new walk, where I cannot clasp her hand tightly in mine, may the wisdom of age and the presence of you, Our Almighty God guide me🙏🏿 God, we cannot ever thank you enough for this precious little lady who has lit up our lives more than all the stars in the sky ever could.
To God Be The Glory!