Woven Tales #1: Learning to Love, Learning to Let Go

I have found, that if you ever want to be good at anything – you have to practice.  Lately, I splurged and bought myself some books filled with writing prompts.  Most of them are for story writing, but I have often used them for forming poetry.  I am a sucker for any way to get my imagination going, and if one prompt won’t work – I will try another.


I thought I’d start sharing my endeavors, and perhaps I can fine-tune my voice and my vision, as well as my art.  As I force myself to write more, I promise to share.  I do think that fiction, prose, and poetry rather intertwine for me.  Skills I improve in one area, helps in another.  So here’s to experimentation!




Debbie sat by her window watching the storm, counting the seconds between the flash of lightening and the crash of the thunder. The speed of sound was fast, the speed of light even faster. You couldn’t see either of them, and that was why she loved physics, the science of the unseen. All of the important things in life were invisible, she realized that especially now as a mother.


It was not that long ago that she held Jayden in her arms for the first time. He looked up at her with his beautiful brown eyes and she thought she saw a hint of a smile, which then slowly formed a yawn. She could not help but realize he was incredibly beautiful, even though she knew she was biased. She did not care, she could lose herself just watching him sleep. He was the little one she talked to for nine months, singing him lullabies and telling him her dreams. They held silent conversations in the middle of the night while she felt overwhelming contractions, but now – he was here. She silently held him in her arms, cooing softly, and realized that for the very first time she truly understood love.


It is not that she had never known love before, or perhaps she deluded herself enough to think she had known love, but when she held her son in her arms for the first time, she felt it with every cell in her body. She ached to hold him, to kiss his face, his hands, his toes. This feeling was just as indescribable as it was unseen. Many a poem has been written and many a masterpiece unveiled that has tried to describe it, mold it, explain it to the world. However, until you become a mother – there is truly no way to understand its depths.


In learning the lengths of love in this manner, mothers also learn the difficult task of letting go. Your child grows, crawling across the floors. Later, he learns to walk and while you think your child is learning, even you are being schooled. What a difficult task it is, to hold their hands and then to fearlessly let go. You watch them toddle, you watch them fall and you must not shout out, “stop!” because even you know that they must learn how to get back up again all on their own.


Not much later, they are already in school and you have to hope beyond hope that they learn to believe in themselves. You whisper words of encouragement and hope that they are listening. All you can hope is that you prepare them for the world and that the world will unconditionally see them for the wonders that they are. And this is the greatest task of a mother, learning to love and learning to let go…


(c) Sumyanna 2017



6 Comments Add yours

  1. leigha66 says:

    Beautiful writing on motherhood!


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. leigha66 says:

        You’re most welcome!


  2. velmasharie says:

    this is beautiful 🙂


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much.


      1. velmasharie says:

        you welcome 🙂


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