Dear Peapod:
In light of me being sick the last few days, I've been pondering what it means to watch you from the sidelines, unable to touch your hands, kiss your tickle spots, place your cheek next to mine. It's been torture, more so than my ailing cold and stummy problems. Yet, the more I reflect on this, I am beginning to understand this is to be my fate in life. As you continue to grow, I must watch from the porch as you make your choices in life. I will be there when you need me to catch you, when you need my embrace, when you need me to kiss away your tears. But, I have to let you be, too. The only way for you to learn and continue your quest through this great journey is to allow you to live life the way you decide to live it. I am the spectator that cheers the loudest when you succeed, and I will be the referee when you need to be called on your fouls. But, I'll always be watching--the mama bird ready to swoop in and catch her flying chick.
I love you my darling baby bird,
Mommy
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