My little one is off to college…or so it seems.
Making new friends and exploring new environments, not a single glance back as she runs off into her new world.
The thought that it’s just the first year settles my soul, but not for long.
I’m reminded of how fast the years pass and how quickly our children grow. My eldest, not far from an adult; when, just yesterday, he was 3…or so it seems.
Now she will learn to read and write, and she will grow her own mind. She will, as my others have, need me less each day. There will be times she may even pull away. Through it all, my heart she’ll have.
Friendships made and hardships fought, throughout her life. Hearts once fallen into delight, shall sometimes break. Through it all, I’ll be there.
For, no matter how old my children get, Mamí is the one person they can count on. Count on for support, encouragement, or any other help. Most of all, though, they can count on me to love them and accept them unconditionally and always.
Left alone…or so it seems…hugs and kisses, until you’re in my arms again.