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.


#1 imabug on 07.15.08 at 10:48 am

you’re missing some pe in the title 😀

#2 Paul Schaubhut on 07.15.08 at 1:06 pm

Believe me, they keep coming back. (Dang, you didn’t know you were being checked for spelling did you?)…lol

#3 Tricia on 07.17.08 at 4:56 pm

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.


#4 Margo on 07.18.08 at 3:09 pm

I think I’m going to cry…no, seriously. No joke. Hear it comes…

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