Stare

Why is it that what we stare at those we love? How does stretching beyond all limits, working harder then humanly possible, losing precious chunks of sanity and wringing your heart in directions unimaginable cause you to stare? I don't get it.

I stared at my babies, I stared at my children, I stared at my teenagers, I stared at my young adults. It was irritating to them but I couldn't stop. It wasn't possible then, and its not possible now. As the years continue, I am as enthralled by them as I have ever been. I am in awe and wonderment of the people they are. Thus, I am staring. Still. Maybe forever.

The generations roll forward and those who have been stared at for years are now hopelessly fixated on their own wondrous creations. I love it.