It was a random picture I snapped with my phone
the last day of summer vacation,
the day before a new school year.
There was a chill in the air
even in August
with white puffy clouds set against a
brilliant blue sky.
All three boys climbed up on a spider web
until they were each stretched to their limit.
I watched them
suspended on cables woven together, connected,
their silhouettes standing out from the sky beyond.
I watched them get on the school bus.
Releasing them into this vast, open world.
I cannot go with them.
It will be their own journey to climb
to stretch to their limits.
But they will not be alone.
They will be undergirded and supported by a vast network of a spiderweb of their own:
Teachers who know school isn’t just about test scores
Classmates who share a smile and end up becoming a friend
Grandparents who celebrate new beginnings and growing up
Friends, cousins, pastors, family, babysitters, neighbors,
The list extends in a beautiful and complex network of connection.
They will climb while I watch.
I will see them get to the top and
I will feel joy right alongside them
when they conquer fears, get stronger,
holding onto their web for support when they need it.
A web of support that
stretches when necessary
yet is stronger than steel.
So delicate it’s barely visible
unless the light catches it just right.
Calm and believing,
I will give thanks for the infinite number of threads
that connect them to me,
to each other,
and to others all around.
I will give thanks
that I am not the only lifeline they know.
I will feel grateful for the sturdy and tender web
set against a vast open sky
that will give them strength to climb
and higher still.