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Dear Child of Mine

Like all mothers, I wanted you to grow up into a strong, independent human being. I admit to second-guessing my ability in parenting every-time you seemed an inch away from doing it all on your own, every-time you sounded 'needy.' But let me admit to you...
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Hispanic daughter hugging mother as she leaves for work
Hispanic daughter hugging mother as she leaves for work

Dear Child of Mine,

Like all mothers, I wanted you to grow up into a strong, independent human being. I admit to second-guessing my ability in parenting every-time you seemed an inch away from doing it all on your own, every-time you sounded 'needy.'

But let me admit to you-

There were days when you would demand that I carry you incessantly. When none of my attempts to trick you into sitting in the stroller for a minute, or distract you for "just-a sec- while-I-pee' worked; when my back felt like it would break- all I wished was for you to be able to walk on your own.

But, let me admit to you- the day you wiggled out of my arms, and walked up to a candy in the super-mart, I was scared. I was scared that you would no longer need me to carry you and introduce you to the world.

There were days when all my attempts to soothe and shush you got drowned in your wailing with a colic tummy. All I wished was for you to talk a few words- even if to just let me know how to calm you!

But, let me admit to you- the day you knew enough to ask me if I could make cakes like your friend's mommy, - I was scared. I was scared that you will find out I am not an all-knowing Ninja!

There were days when all I wanted was for you to stop clinging to me, to let go of me for a few hours.

But, let me admit to you- the day I left for work when you were still sleeping and didn't ask for me the entire day; I was scared. I was scared that you might get on without me!

There were days when all I wanted was for you to go away and play on your own for a full five minutes.

But, let me admit to you- the day you made your own friends and your own games; I was scared. I was scared that you might ask me to go away!

There were days that I was bone tired all I wanted was for you is to be able to fall asleep without me having to shepherd you through your brushing and bed-time lullabies.

But, let me admit to you- the day you went off and pulled that blanket over yourself, I was scared. I was scared that you might not bother telling me your dreams the next morning.

There were days when all I wanted was our mealtimes to be easy, no-fuss affairs.

But, let me admit to you- the day you wanted to eat at the school with your friends, I was scared. I was scared that you might like that better than our fussy mealtimes.

There were days when all I wanted was for you is to be able to walk the block to school on your own; because I was running late.

But, let me admit to you- the day you told me you could walk on your own, I was scared. I was scared that you would walk far away from me.

There were days when all I wanted was a teeny-weeny break from the incessant nursery rhymes playing on TV.

But, let me admit to you- the day you switched the channel saying nursery rhymes are for babies, I was scared. I was scared that you were growing up too fast.

There were days when all I wanted was that you read a bed-time story on your own rather than ask me to tell that story the 156th time.

But, let me admit to you- the day you started telling me stories that you enjoyed reading, I was scared. I was scared that your own world is coming to be too soon.

But, you redeem me from my fear.

When your eyes search for me standing in the far corner to pick you up from school- you tell me that you don't need me for crossing that street. You just want me to watch.

When you talk incessantly about your friends and teachers in school, you tell me that you don't need me to juggle your little world. You just want me to know.

When you ask that I tell you a story after you have read your own book, you tell me you don't need me to tell you new stories. You just want me to hear me speak.

When you ask that I hug you tight and say 'I love you'- you just want me to witness life taking over- all over again!

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