Independence isn’t always celebrated with fireworks, for my son the small steps he is taken are most often rewarded with a high five and a hug. For him it’s a series of small victories and accomplishments, for me, it’s a time of biting my tongue, standing back, and letting go.
I’m watching the small accomplishments with pride and a little regret. Today it’s carefully pouring his own drink, tomorrow he’ll pedal away, and next week or so it may seem, I may catch a glimpse of his brown eyes as he glances in the rear view mirror.
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you’re missing some pe in the title 😀
Believe me, they keep coming back. (Dang, you didn’t know you were being checked for spelling did you?)…lol
I am not going to spell check ya. But wow love your thoughts! You make me step back and take a look at my boys.
THANKS
I think I’m going to cry…no, seriously. No joke. Hear it comes…
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