It hurts.
My daughter--my youngest child, was recently asked to model for a store in Safford, AZ. I've written a poem that awkwardly describes my feelings.
Applauds my children’s first steps
Rejoices as they learn new things
Lives for each accomplishment
Is proud because they’re so smart
Aches
As they grow independent
Ready to face the world on their own
Swells
That I am whole because
My children are always and forever
A part of me.
1 comment:
Tina,
Loved your poem, post & photo's!
I truly can relate... how can a precious little babe grow so big so quickly? You still want to cuddle hold and mold; but they're getting too dang big to sit on your lap whilst you rock them!
~Joyce
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