Roots and wings

My daughter is growing up fast. I am counting the years before she is ready to leave us. I want somehow to stop the clock; there are just so many things that I want to do with her.

Since I cannot stop time, I would like to give the best of myself to my daughter in the remaining time I have. Each moment seems precious. I long to spend her after school hours with her. Help her with her projects and homework. Watch some good movies with her. Go and help her explore the beautiful and wonderful world around.Help her with her poems, listen to her songs, compliment her drawings. Tell her about Aung san Su Ki, Margaret Thatcher  Mother Teresa, Florence Nightingale, Marie Curie and the constellation of great women who have impacted the world.

I want her to be ready when she steps out into the world on her own. Ready to have her roots deep down and wings ready for soaring the heavens.

Here's a song from Abba, which conveys my feelings, as I watch my daughter grow.

Abba Slipping Through My Fingers Lyrics

Songwriters: ANDERSSON, BENNY GORAN BROR / ULVAEUS, BJOERN K. / KORTNEV, ALEKSEJ ANATOLEVICH

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...