The Greatest Sorrow

The deepest sorrow I have ever felt is the loss of memory my children experience as they became adults. Children do not remember all of the great times and great feelings we experienced together as they grew. All of the booboos, rocking them to sleep, dancing with them, holding them until they fell asleep. They cannot understand the joy this brought to me and they are incapable of understanding how I feel and I am incapable of putting this feeling into words, all the great times hunting, fishing, camping, teaching them to ride a bike. This breaks my heart more than anything I have ever felt before. All the campfires, smores, cooking on the camp fire, walks in the woods, swimming in the pond, snowmobile, four wheeler rides, playing in the snow, all the times just hanging out and when it comes to growing up it seems they forget how wonderful we felt helping them grow, how much they needed us, how much they looked up to us, how much they loved us. It all goes out the window and they are quite literally different people that I have to get know again, find common ground and I have to build it all over again without being able to look back and build on what was there before, no all that gets torn down and I must rebuild. This is truly a deep deep sorrow.