You want the very best for him;
you want him to trust you; you want him to know you will always be there for
him, and that sometimes being there means learning how to let go. But that doesn’t mean you love him any less;
that you ever stop loving him as he grows.
And one day he will know that you left him in good hands, and you
weren’t gone long, and it wasn’t an eternity, and you did miss him, and you did
come back for him, and it was all okay.
And that he understands.
You stand at the door,
crying. You know he is in good hands,
and he won’t be gone long, but to not know how long exactly, seems like an
eternity. You watch him go, and cry. You try not to let it hurt too much as he
turns to walk away. You know he is in
good hands, but you worry just the same because what if it hurts him too, to
go? What if you really don’t know if
he’ll be back? It’s hard for him to
understand, and to know just how you feel because he is a young man. And it’s hard for you too, because you are
his mother.
You want the very best for him;
you want him to trust you; you want him to know you will always be there for
him, and that sometimes being there means learning how to let go. But that doesn’t mean you love him any less;
that you ever stop loving him as he grows.
And one day you will know that he is in good hands, and he won’t be gone
long, and it won’t be an eternity, and he did miss you, and he did come back,
and it was all okay. And that he
understands.
Letting go is a process and it
starts off slow and small and gradual.
In the beginning it is hard to do, and there are tears and fear and
anxiety. Letting go takes time, but
eventually it does get easier, and it will be better. All you have to do is trust the process. All you have to do is trust you. All you have to do is let go.
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