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 go
