In 11 days, my one and only baby will turn 7.
He seeks more and more independence each day.
He is begging to ride his scooter to school... Alone.
I say yes to the scooter two days a week with me following behind.
It's the only compromise I'm comfortable with right now.
The exercise is doing me good.
Who Am I?
- Mrs Pop
- I might make some wrong turns, but for each one I make, I experience something beautiful and unique I'd have otherwise missed.
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Oh... can I read between the lines? I know that feeling... that you aren't quite describing. It hurts, but it's from the love and pride that swells your heart, which overtakes the hurt. In Yiddish, it's called "kvelling".
It truly does go by so fast, doesn't it?
Happy Birthday to Boy Pop! :)
Love that word. Parenting, I think, is one series of kvelling.
:)
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