I feel like this Dandelion, with its one little fluffy part somewhere between hanging on and flying away.

I hang onto memories. I hang onto people. I hang onto photographs. I hang onto my faith. I hang onto the hugs, and kisses and ‘I love yous’. I hang on tightly to my little boys, smell them, trace their little faces with my fingers and burn them into my memory.

And I fly towards my dreams, my hopes, my purpose in life. I fly for my children, so they know that even parents can still dream, and move, and live their goals.

I’m somewhere between hanging on, and taking flight.

This is the time of my life.



Photo taken with my Nikon D40, using my 50mm lens.

{originally posted May 2009}

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  1. Beautiful words Nell. I can’t tell you how wonderful I think it is for mother’s to have their own dreams and goals, and then to follow them. It sets such a powerful example for children to see women in such a light.
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  2. That was so lovely and your photo is just awesome. I really wish I could pay you to run over and take family photos of us! We need to live in the same state, lol! Take care!
    .-= Miche´s last blog ..Toddler Talk =-.

  3. You are right “These are the times of our life”and we must take the time to be in between also…holding onto every minute and ready to fly to our dreams. Beautiful post.

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