“What if I fall? Oh, but my darling.. What if you fly?”
I was so inspired by this since I read it 3 days ago. The words were scrawled in simple black cursive on a plain yellow background. Of course I immediately began updating my social media feeds with the picture. With Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook all collectively updated, I moved on with my day. But the saying kept revealing itself to me in various ways.
One night I was walking around my quaint village of Union Grove. The air was so crisp, the night sounds were incredibly peaceful and I was so calm. Life has been so busy for me lately with my recent book launch, a large fundraiser at our crisis pregnancy center and starting a new position at Shepherds and so it was very nice to have an evening that was just me and my thoughts.
This saying came back to me. I imagined a young boy getting ready to do show and tell at his class. He loved to collect bugs, but was afraid of speaking in front of the class. His mom kneels down and holds his hand as he doubts,
“Oh, but my Darling..” she says
Fast forward 20 years and that same little boy, now a young man, sits in the waiting room with his mother on the night of his first child’s birth. The fear of growing up without a father clouds his mind as he is about to welcome his first child. His mom leans over and wipes a tear he blinks out and says,
“Oh, but my Darling.. What if you fly?”
Such moments exist. I think we often feel like they have left our world. The 24hr. news cycle has desensitized us to the idea of anything but violence being prevalent in our world. But it is in the silence, in the private moments when we reclaim a little of the forgotten.