Letting Go

Tuesday, February 09, 2016


My little guy and I used to walk to school together, hand in hand.
It's another delayed opening so the morning rush allowed me to have a longer conversation with my almost 13 year old son, my youngest of 4.

"Can I walk with you to school?"
"But why?"
"Why not?"
"But my friends will see me."
"And that's not good because?"
"Because you're my mom."

I felt a dagger in my heart. But then I saw his face and know that no matter what, I'll always be his Mom.

"Pretty please...I can walk with you halfway until you meet-up with your friends."
"Okay.  Sorry, Mom, I guess I'm entering the teenage years..."
"I guess so. I lost my friend for now, and yes, I'll always be your Mom."

Now that you're almost 13, I have to keep my distance.
 I need to let go and give you space to be with your friends;
 I follow you walk farther through my eyes as my heart beats faster to tightly hold you close;
 I utter day's good-byes as my ears await for a faint reply;
 I stand there with both feet until your silhouette disappears;
 I turn around, one pair of foot prints gliding through the memories.
 For now, it seems, it's time to let go.

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