Sometimes my kids say things on the fly that resonate with me for a long time afterwards. This following little Lewis phrase is one of those statements. Letting go is hard. In this case it was literal, but in parenting it seems I am always figuratively letting go of something I want to hold on to. “Mom, let go.” Those three words hit me like a punch to the gut. Hot tears fogged up my sunglasses. It was just the mastery of a 2-wheel bike, but it wasn’t. It was more. My six-year-old’s words echoed in my head as…
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…