Purpose? My purpose? <br />I never bothered with that question until recently. <br /> <br />You see, middle age has settled in my bones and in my psyche. <br />Frequently, I feel as untethered as a ship at sea. <br /> <br />I have found myself to be of real value to a very few people. <br />The good news is they are the only people I find that really matter. <br /> <br />My wonderful, amazing, awe-inspiring children. <br />And lest I forget, I am a meaningful part of their grown-up worlds. <br /> <br />My children know my most grievous mistakes and yet they honor me. <br />My children know my weakest areas and yet they fortify and lift me. <br />My children know my horrific lapses in judgment and yet don't judge. <br />My children know my most glaring flaws and see right past them. <br /> <br />I am frightened and inspired by the fact that my children find my advice sound and my experience worth consideration. <br /> <br />Some days, when I am feeling completely purposeless, they are the only things keeping me tethered to this world. <br /> <br />At times I regret things I have (or haven't) done, but that is fruitless and dangerous thinking. <br /> <br />Regrets I may have, but serendipity intervened, allowing my children to blossom in the face of hardship and sometimes adversity. <br /> <br />So I am humbled, that as my children mature into full-fledged, they are independent, free-thinking, delightful human beings. <br /> <br />I question my purpose no longer. <br /> <br /> <br />-Shannon Wright <br />June 19,2014 <br />FLW, MO<br /><br />shannon wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-purpose-11/
