one last glass of chocolate milk- launching Aggie

 1. We got a few bonus moments this summer

before she went and launched herself out west

night singing and rain walking

thrift shopping and car dancing

marvelling at the mountains, the lakes, even a moose

but now it’s time

to pry open my fist, again

to hug goodbye, to cry behind sunglasses

my mama heart is never ready for this

it can consent to change (sort of)

it can commend to the Lord (partially)

& it still trembles, winces, aches

2. This week, she discovered a new superpower. If she touches me during a hymn, if she holds my hand or leans on my shoulder, I immediately lose the ability to sing.

3. Look, how the world goes on shining even when I'm not there*

like right now;

mom is probably watering her flowers in michigan

and the waves are crashing on the pier

and my watermelon are still growing bit by bit near the sweltering cornfield

and a mountain lake is silently reflecting the sky

right now shining, somewhere

my son is mowing a lawn and cherishing his wife in Kentucky

my daughter is serving coffee and opening her heart to new adventures in Indiana

my newly-launched daughter is adjusting to altitude, cool air, new everything in Wyoming

and no,

God tells me, when I protest,

i can't have a front row seat to everything all at once

if God wants to expand and expand his work

far outside my line of vision, well…

first of all, he already has, He already was

I have never been the center

He’s been at this for years

and there is even more there

and there

and way over there, shining

(I think he’ll take me there someday

when my hands are emptier)

Meanwhile, I’m not there

but I am here

resolutely here

with my limited front row seat

with my arms that do not reach across the country

even as my heart keeps trying to

4. I want to lay a gravestone

“in loving memory of the front row seat”

and then plant a flower

“in loving embrace of this seat, today”

but for now I’ll just pour one last round of chocolate milk

so she can raise one last glass with her brothers

and that will be it.

5. Bloom, daughter,

Keep your heart open and your hand in His.

He’s got you. He always has.

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*inspired by Mary Oliver