|Largest hovercraft built so far|
It is a matter of hovering that bothers me.
Throughout parents’ lives, we watch our babies become children, then children becoming teenager (God help us), and teenagers moving onto different stages of life. Then they complete a circle, which is repeated for millennia.
I have been and still am a hoverer. Children, etc., grandchildren, and my husband. He resents my hovering, but there it is.
As a teacher, one can see hoverers all over the classroom. I can understand certain issues that need a hoverer. But there are other issues that prevent a student from being able to grow as a student. Oh, well. That was in the past.
|How I hovered over him!|
See this lilac plant, hopefully growing to be a bush? I have hovered over him for nine months. Planted in bad soil. Desert heat. Lack of water. Replanted in good soil. Cold winter winds.
And now? He just might make it.
See this geranium? When we moved here in August, this was dying, with stems drying. Lots of hovering to bring her from the brink of death.
Now, my adult kids are hovering over me. I hate it. But I can understand why they are the hoverers.
It’s a circle of life thing.