My life with my children has been a series of “letting go.”
I let go when you didn’t need me to rock you to sleep when you were an infant.
I let go when you didn’t need to hold my hand to stand and walk on your own.
I let go when you could hold the spoon to feed yourself.
I let go when you walked into preschool that very first day and waved goodbye.
I let go when you learned to write your name all by yourself.
I let go when we took the training wheels off your bike and you balanced on your own.
I let go when you started choosing your own friends in school without my help.
I let go when you stood on the stage in your first Christmas play and sang your heart out.
I let go when you spent the night at your first sleep over and didn’t need me to tuck you in.
I let go when you got on the bus your first day of middle school and rode bravely without me.
I let go when you didn’t get the grade you wanted and learned you had to work a little harder sometimes.
I let go when you had private conversations with your friends.
I let go when I learned I wasn’t necessarily privy to every corner of your life, and that privacy didn’t mean secrecy.
I let go when I gave you the keys to the car and you drove out of my sight only to return safely.
I let go when you went on your first date, and I prayed you’d make wise choices. You did.
I let go when your choices weren’t necessarily my choices, and that was okay.
I let go when holding on tighter would only strangle you and make me crazy.
I let go just far enough so that you would know I am always here, waiting, when you need to come running back, no matter how far you wander.
I let go in so many ways, but my love for you will never lose its strength.