A reflection on the cycle of life…
We take our first steps, aided
Our tiny fingers curled in the palm of a larger guiding hand
We are fearless in our quest for indepence and they are the centre of our world
As we enter our primary years
We become less comfortable with the hand holding
Eager to find our own way of doing things we keep them around for our moments of fear
Then we enter our higher school years
We wouldn’t dream of holding the hand of those who have lovingly guided us
We demand to do things our own way, pushing them to the side, but occasionally seeking their guidance
Then after we have tasted indepence and found a mate, the birth of our own children causes us to hold their hand again, then for us to hold another’s
After squeezing the life out of our parent’s in childbirth, our large hands are now curling around the palm of our own little one
And we are encouraging them to gain their indepence
And so the process revolves until we are old
And if we are lucky, our frail wrinkly hand is now grasping the smooth, strong, young hand of our grandchild
And we must learn again how to be happy to be dependent


