In writing about the best practices of good parents (protecting, understanding, supporting, letting go etc.), I considered the ways in which the relationship needs to morph and change as the child does. It is a subtle and nuanced dance that continues as long as parent and child are both alive (and afterwards in memory).
My dear friend Chun Yu has written a remarkable poem (The Map) about the vital and changing connection between parents and children throughout their lives together. I invite all (former) children and parents to read and contemplate Chun’s wise and beautiful words at her website and as printed below.
THE MAP by Chun Yu
When I was born
your bosom was the map
I occupied all of it
in your cradling arms
.
When I began to walk
your eyes’ sight was the map
I learned my steps
toddling and waddling
in your adoring gaze
.
When I started school
your mind became the map
I ventured out and back
from morning to night
in your unceasing care
.
When I grew up and left home
from hometown to other towns
home country to other countries
your heart became the map
I searched far and wide
high and low for my direction
and place in the world
in your loving thoughts
.
Each time I set out for a journey
you asked for my destination
studied an open map
accurately locating the point
of my being
.
Then one day
you picked up a magnifying glass
eyes moving closer and closer
hands trembling more and more
Finally, at a loss
no longer seeing clearly
the lines and points on the map
you hold me in your heart
.
Growing older and older
you can now only walk
in my eyes’ sight
fumbling steps
every trip outside
an adventure
.
From now on
I will walk
by your side
so you can
lean on me
.
When we are at a loss
not knowing where to go
love is the map
.
This essay is dedicated to Chun and her mother and father who create and navigate their map together with such love and devotion
You can hear Chun and others reading The Map in Chinese and English here
I had the pleasure of reading The Map which you can listen to here
What a beautiful poem. I loved reading it against the red background on the link. It added to the richness.
Tears, even in these old eyes.