Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Learning to let go

My darling daughter
Deep brown eyes and flyaway hair
Contagious laugh and a determined air
She learned to walk gripping my hand
But, soon she was tearing across the room

I ran behind her with my arms outstretched
Did she fall?
Did she look back?
Not at all

The hardest part of raising a child
Is stepping back
It's not easy letting only the pride show
But, the hardest part is learning to let go

Training wheels beating the drive
She rode like a pro, pig-tails flying
Dad brought a wrench, how her eyes shone
Three tries and she was balancing on her own

I ran beside her with my arms outstretched
Did she fall?
Did she look back?
Not at all

Trying on prom dresses, she looks twenty-two
Deja-vu
Trying to choose which college to go to
Colorado looks good with the mountains so high
"It's just a couple of plane rides, Mom"
Just a couple of plane rides

I stand behind her with my arms outstretched
Will she fall?
Will she look back?
I don't know

The hardest part of raising a child
Is stepping back
It's not easy letting only the pride show
But, the hardest part is learning to let go

And someday she'll know
When she has her own
The hardest part is learning to let go

My darling daughter

(excerpted from my book Stabbed with a Pretzel: and Other Poems and Lyrics