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remember when you          we set out towards Arkle started out you were both young         the sun shone and the air and a little naive                  was sweet you got your first house      we made easy work of                                                    reaching the summit you made it your home       the view poitively exploded                                                   in scale then children came along   but once on the ridge the wind                                                   picked up life became a little  more     and walking became more complexed                                complicated but you held their hands      we had to hold on to every rock yet each decision carried      concentration was paramount a lot of weight         as you raised them with         every decision mattered heart and soul ironically they weren't children long                            eventually the wind subsided they had established their own identities                           and we wended our way back down before long they had       their own lives                          to enjoy the pleasant walk back                                                       to the road then you look back on life's long road and ask yourself?   as we look back to the castellated                                                        ridge so high and way back in                                                        the distance did we really raise a family?   we ask, were we really up there? It all seems so long ago now.     It all seem so far away now.
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
DIFFERENT JOURNEYS
remember when you          we set out towards Arkle started out you were both young         the sun shone and the air and a little naive                  was sweet you got your first house      we made easy work of                                                    reaching the summit you made it your home       the view poitively exploded                                                   in scale then children came along   but once on the ridge the wind                                                   picked up life became a little  more     and walking became more complexed                                complicated but you held their hands      we had to hold on to every rock yet each decision carried      concentration was paramount a lot of weight         as you raised them with         every decision mattered heart and soul ironically they weren't children long                            eventually the wind subsided they had established their own identities                           and we wended our way back down before long they had       their own lives                          to enjoy the pleasant walk back                                                       to the road then you look back on life's long road and ask yourself?   as we look back to the castellated                                                        ridge so high and way back in                                                        the distance did we really raise a family?   we ask, were we really up there? It all seems so long ago now.     It all seem so far away now.
Raising a family can be like conquering a mountain. Can be read one segment at a time or straight across, the parallels are obvious.
#parenting
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mark-motherland
61/M/Lincoln, England
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
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