The mother-child relationship is
paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It
requires the most intense love on the
mother’s side, yet this very love must help
the child grow away from the mother,
and to become fully independent.
This is why my heart is heavy today. This is why I am holding back the sobs.
Yes, I will miss her. Her smile, her laughter, her delightful and carefree spirit that fills our home, but that is not why I cry.
I cry out of pride.
I cry because that sweet little 7 pound baby girl is growing and changing into this beautiful person.
I cry because she bounds into school excited and happy to begin a new year.
I cry because I made this independent girl.
I cry because as each year passes and she gets more and more independent, so must I.
I have to let go a little more each year.
And I don’t want to.
But I will.
Because I love her.