11/12/2025
Come to know these parents,
the human beings who held you
not knowing
how to hold themselves.
Who didn’t come into this gig
with a parenting degree or qualification,
not even instructions.
But were handed a whole, precious world
when they looked into your eyes.
They raised you
while still trying to mend
what life had broken in them.
Worked while they were exhausted.
Loved you through long,
sleepless nights.
They kept going
often through their own heartbreak,
flaws, confusion,
and coping mechanisms
they had yet
to outgrow.
Parents who maybe
didn’t always say or do the right thing.
Or loved you
in the way you needed.
It’s a heavy mantle.
But look again:
The phone call, checking in.
The sweater left folded on the bed.
The warm meal, or thought, or encouraging word.
The light left on ... just in case.
Sometimes, they were too much.
Sometimes, not enough.
And in time
they’ll come to know this better
than even you.
Perhaps behind the strictness
was fear.
Behind the distance ~ exhaustion.
Behind the silence,
the distractions:
the weight of a hard world.
They were never perfect.
No human will be.
And yes, some,
less perfect than others.
But they gave what they had.
And sometimes
more than that.
So maybe now,
as we grow into our own roles,
and life asks us to dance
steps that look achingly familiar,
we can look at them again
with wiser eyes
and grow, together.
~Not from perfection,
but through grace.
~Not because we have it all together,
but because we choose,
despite all of this difficult, messy humanness ~
to love anyway.
Rachel Alana (R.A. Falconer)
Midwives of the Soul
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