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…