While hoisting my son on my shoulder last week, I was struck by a realization. Is this the last time I’ll be able to do this? I could see the ‘lasts’ stretch in front of me. Last time I carry him to bed. Last homework supervised. Last day living at home.
There was also the longer queue of ‘firsts’. First overnight trip. Leaving home. First heartbreak. First job.
It is time to let go. To watch him soar, knowing he will come back to me when he needs to.
Roots and Wings. That’s all I can give you, my child.
A Drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
My Baby turns Seven today.