living legacies........

ok, so yesterday my eldest dropped off 100+ books for storage...he and his housemates are moving next door.....and these are books that he doesn't want them to have to move for him......he will be away at a writer's workshop in ireland when the move comes.......and this juxtaposition has me questioning just what is important to me as a parent.......for starts...i look at these stacks of books with pride.....an eclectic array of poetry, novels, language-learning texts....history.......i have nurtured a reader.....a lifelong reader.....a living legacy, so to speak to all that is important to me about books, and writing, and the recording of one's feeling/thoughts/details........but then i recall the weeks of anquish/worry/fretting that i have fallen victim to over this same trip abroad......the creation of an intinerary for said child, complete with specific transfer directions, reservation confirmations, train connections, must-see sights............and this makes me ashamed....that i am not ready to allow my children the travel-savvy legacy i claim from my father..............and that i have taken over for him concening this trip rather than trust that he will somehow manage to make it from the airport to the hostel without being robbed/lost/soldtogypsies.........i will come back to this thought after church......i have many more feelings to explore on this subject......but it is time to go to sunday school............