Letting my children grow is not usually a difficult thing for me. Today it is. My eldest child, my little man, is off to have his first adventure without me. I sit here, scared to death, and, at the same time, very excited. I want to cry and laugh and I want to hold him back and say he can't go, but that is not an option.
So, I've wished him well, prepared him the best I can, and I'm letting go. I'm sure this will be a great learning experience for him, and he'll certainly enjoy the time he spends with Grammy, Papa and Uncle Zach. He'll have tales to tell and he'll have spent some time being self sufficient. I can't help but mourn a little bit for the baby who is gone, however.