“When kids are different, you just know. You can tell ~ adults can tell. And the quiet kids were never, well, you know, they just don’t fit in. And if you don’t fit in at the beginning, you never really fit in, ever, do you?”
Belonging.
It’s such a lovely word. A lovely sentiment.
Some of us spend our lifetimes searching for where we might belong.
Still, we search.
Still, we seek.
Still, we yearn to belong…
I find him in his reading chair
When he looks up and sees I’m there
He stands in wonder
He chokes up as he says my name
Explaining why he never came to me
I hug him
I tell him I’ve been busy too
So everything’s okay
He’s proud to see how strong I am
And then at last I hear him say
Spring enters its final weeks, and it’s already, and finally, feeling like summer. The seasons don’t always seem to know where they belong either. How could humans possibly find their place? Perhaps belonging has less to do with a place, and more to do with a feeling. Maybe the placement of belonging is a space we create in our minds – a land of shared sentiments, a world of deeper connection, a universe of love – all in our heads.
And when other joys have passed away
You will still be here to guide me
Tomorrow, just as true as yesterday
You will be here, you will stay
Always here beside me…
