My daughter is an unlikely pilot’s wife. A friend with strong astrological leanings insists it’s because Kate’s sun sign is Taurus and solid ground is her nature. All I know is that her hand firmly clenched mine for most of a many-hour international flight several years ago—a matter she passed off to high-school friends as “my mother is terrified of flying.”
Flying has become easier, she told me recently, since Dmitri explained to her the compensating effect of multiple engines. Bless him.
As Dmitri’s Navy wings were secured to his uniform and his universe this past weekend, my thoughts turned to the invisible ones Kate has earned these past three years. For staying behind to complete her Colorado teaching contract and final courses. For staying brave while bringing Lily into the world, when Lily chose not to cooperate. And yes, for staying grounded when Mississippi proved to be…Mississippi.
Which has made me ponder Mississippi journalist Hodding Carter’s quote about there being “…two lasting bequests we can give our children: one is roots, the other is wings.”
Before now, I’ve mostly thought of that second bequest as a single event or at least a time-limited phase. Having secured and prepared them as best we can with our values and vision, we consciously launch our children to live their lives. With the emphasis on their. Now I’m reconsidering. Maybe it’s one of the lifetime commitments of parenting to continue recognizing those significant mile markers—or altitude readings 😉 –that go unnamed in the public world.
So, given that: On this first day of August 2011, by the power vested in me, I hereby present to you Kate, woman-of-wings.
Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us:
We taste only sacredness.