In the end, you have to let go
and trust your own instincts, and theirs.
He was confident he could,
and I was confident he’d manage, but could I
bear to watch my baby,
only ten years old,
striding through the sky?
On his face, and in his movements I saw
But, between the trees, above me
fear, and I saw
mastery of fear.
Above it all, in my son,
and the strength to carry on.
Sometimes, as a parent, you get those lightbulb moments when you realise both you and your child have crossed a threshold: they are growing up, and they have got to a new stage of life, with your help. You loose them from your apron strings a little, and see that they are able to manage so much on their own. And you heart just swells with gratitude and pride.