I stand in the doorway, watching you sleep, feeling exhausted and spent, my heart heavy.
You look so peaceful and content, a vast contradiction to just a few hours ago when you were pouting at me, telling me how I was being so unfair.
Oh my child, to love you is so easy but to be a parent to you is often times very tough.
I can see things unfolding, visualize your future and imagine roads you will go down before you are even aware they exist.
I want to wrap you up in my arms and protect you from everything.
I want to pour words into you and have them fill you up with knowledge.
I want to save you from anything that might destroy what I know you can be, but that is not within my control.
You will need to fall down and make mistakes and learn from them.
You came from me but you are not me.
You are your own person with your own ideas and perceptions.
I can only teach you to fly so that you can go out into the world one day and spread your wings and soar.
Oh child, as I stand here tonight, taking in the sight of you, wondering how it all went so fast and how much you’ve grown, my heart swells.
I have loved you every single day, since the day you were born and I will love you always.
So even though being your mom is sometimes tough, I hope you incessantly know and feel that loving you always came easy.