Time to let go............

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    Time to let go............

    Since I went to visit the University with my first born child, my heart has been so weak, I thought I might die.

    Time is marching on now ,only weeks to come before that baby of mine leaves my home and learns to fly.

    As I sit with him and share talks I want to cry.

    I try and hold back the tears, but sometimes I cant, no , not I!!!!

    He sees this and holds my hand, andsays mom I know......It will be alright.

    Alright for who? I want to scream.

    I know its for the best , for I have done right by him and he has also for me.

    This boy has given something I never thought I would have ...... The Pride of being a mommy and  not just being a nobody.

    He gave me smiles
    He gave me laughter
    He gave me love
    He gave me childhood
    He gave me anger,anger that I always forgave.
    He gave me a heart to love and never took it away.
    He  gave me PRIDE not only in him, but also in myself.
    He gave me dreams of dragons and knights, that I still chase after!


    He taught me how to hit a ball
    He taught me all about GI Joe
    He taught me to stand proud and tall
    He taught me internet lingo
    He taught me how not to look like a mom at The Mall
    Above all he taught me how to pick myself back up from a fall.

    I know where his home is.
    Yet so does he.
    He will be home Holidays and breaks and The entire Summer with me.
    With me I say?
    Who am I kidding?
    I raised this child into a man.
    He will date
    He will have fun
    He is now old enough to enjoy his time in The Sun.
    So I tell myself this with each passing moment.......
    You have done well as a single mom
    He loves and respects you and always keeps his heart light on.
    So let him rise like a Phoenix and fly high , you are and always will be his mom.

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