Letting Grow

Yesterday, my son was born. Today he’s making me an apple cinnamon omelet. I spent 12 years encouraging his independence, and now I want to scream, "I’ll do it for you, just stay my baby." We used to cry together, each of us on one side of the nursery school door. Now he waltzes out to his friends without a backwards glance, a casual bye mom. We used to make up songs jumping in the trampoline, but now he's got his own beat, (plus I don't know the words). It is tough watching them … [Read more...]


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