To those of you whose exposure to male children is minimal and/or whose faces turn varying shades of pink at the mention of certain body parts, please consider this a caution. You may not want to read my guest post at Ironic Mom today. It is not my typical blog post, but it is a true story plucked right out of my everyday life. One of those stories generally reserved for my “mommy-soul-mate” Marti. The friend God knew I needed long before I did. Between our combined six male children, we have some tales you probably wouldn’t believe if we…
Because sometimes milestones can be equally joy-filled and heart-breaking. “Mom, let go.” * Three small words A punch to the gut Tears behind sunglasses Broken heart * Black bicycle seat Released from my grasp Unfettered boy Riding free * Simple mastery of Two-wheels But to me It is more * He can do it On his own Reliance on me Ever decreasing * A mama’s pride Mingled with loss Most heart-wrenching Mix of emotions * Down the path He pedals alone Grinning, bursting with Joy of independence * Bless that boy Father I pray And comfort the mama Who let…