are kind of a nifty thing… at our beginning.. We’re actually crawling along, thus, palm/knee and toe prints… accompanied by the larger footprints of our parents - and perhaps some prints somewhere in between of our siblings…
Along the way - we walk - and make our own footprints…. Later… we venture off - and the footprints are separated… sometimes, allofasudden there’s another set of prints right there beside us… most generally in this stage, they’re a mere inches from each other…
Soon.. Appears anotherona those palm/knee/toe prints… and perhaps another.. And another….
We reestablish with our nuclear family in later years… and notice that the footprints of the elderly are back to where they were upon the onset of the relationship - within inches of each other.. Albeit noticeably a shorter span between prints..
Sometimes in life - we can see prints wondering off… choices in the sand… cohesive walks in the sand can become separate paths… some turn completely around… some eventually reunite.. The struggle in the walk can be noticed….
When the prints from a parent can no longer be seen - all we have to remember are the prints behind us… and the memories we have from making those prints….
Occasionally even blood footprints separate… Lord I hope it’s not forever - but my take is: you can burn bridges with friends - but you only set them on fire with loved ones/kin…
As we walk along the beach… even if there’s only one set of prints… what better than to be walking along the beach of life…
I’m thankful for the prints of my friends, ex’s, parents, sister, son, stepson… I miss seeing many of those prints - but through photo, video,good ole recollections embedded in the brain, and their tracks - I will never forget.
Some, in nursing homes, only have memories of their prints and no hope of again making their own… some, only make lines in the sand as they motivate their wheelchairs…
I turn around frequently to ‘see’ the old prints that ain’t around any more…. Conjures up smiles, memories, and a giggle as some members of our family perhaps didn’t have the prettiest of feet to make prints! (Sorry dad!)….
So, here’s to choosing to smile the resta the way whilst we’re still able to make footprints… Tides, weather, new friends, old friends, spats, choices, much - affects the patterns of our prints.. Nothing can take away our smiles though.. Even if we’re on our back in a home… making lines… or taking shorter steps, partnerless in the sand…
So…. Don’t kick sand in one’s face… don’t be a sand crab… be happy there’s sand in your shoes.. Look at the footprint on the carpet with a smile - as it’s a memory, and thankfully that memory is in the now…
Keep on printin’… love, Victurd
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