Thoughts at the Bottom of the Beanstalk
(Author Unknown)

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Jack who was about to climb his 
very first beanstalk.  He had a fresh haircut and a brand new book bag.

Even though his friends in the neighborhood had climbed this same beanstalk almost 
every day last year, this was Jack's first day and he was a little nervous.  
So was his mother.

Early in the morning, she brought him to the foot of the beanstalk.  She talked 
encouragingly to Jack about all the fun he would have that day and how nice his 
giant would be.  She reassured him that she would be back to pick him up at the end 
of the day.  For a moment, they stood together, silently holding hands, gazing up at
 the beanstalk.  To Jack, it seemed much bigger than it had when his mother had pointed
 it out on the way to the store last week.  His mother thought it looked big, too.  
She swallowed.  Maybe she should have held Jack out a year...

Jack's mother straightened his shirt one last time, patted his shoulder and smiled 
down at him.  She promised to stay and wave while he started climbing.  
Jack didn't say a word.

He walked forward, grabbed a low-growing stem and slowly pulled himself up to the 
first leaf.  He balanced there for a moment and then climbed more eagerly to the 
second leaf, then to the third and soon he had vanished into a high tangle of leaves and 
stems with never a backward glance at his mother.  She stood alone at the bottom of 
the beanstalk, gazing up at the spot where Jack had disappeared.  There was no rustle, 
no movement, no sound to indicate that he was anywhere inside.

"Sometimes," she thought, "it's harder to be the one who waves good-bye than it is
 to be the one who climbs the beanstalk."

She wondered how Jack would do.  Would he miss her?  How would he behave?  
Did this giant understand that little boys sometimes act silly when they feel unsure? 
 She fought down an urge to spring up the stalk after Jack and maybe duck behind a 
bean to take a peek at how he was doing.  "I'd better not.  What if he saw me?"  She
 knew Jack was really old enough to handle this on his own.  She reminded herself that, 
after all, this was thought to be an excellent beanstalk and that everyone had said his 
giant was not only kind, but had outstanding qualifications.

"It's not so much that I'm worried about him."  She thought, rubbing the back of her neck. 
 "It's just that he's growing up and I'm going to miss him."

Jack's mother turned to leave.  "Jack's going to have lots of bigger beanstalks to 
climb in his life," she told herself.  "Today's the day he starts practicing for them...
and today's the day I start practicing something too: cheering him on and waving good-bye."