In the letting go…

The time…. it just keeps moving. No matter how I try and soak it up or be intentional, it doesn’t change the speed at which it’s going. ⁣
And while I am in the dance of soaking in its wonder, I also se myself running full speed with a twinge of heartache trying to make the slipping by just slow. ⁣
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Ages nine and ten have been big years. Lots of new territory and lots of changes. Have you heard that story….. it’s a mama saying she can look back and see all the stages of this precious person that she raised : a newborn, a toddler, a child, a man. And she said they slowly slipped into each new season without proper goodbyes. ⁣
Like those lasts that you don’t even know will be the last. Rocking a little for the last time, a last butterfly kiss. ⁣
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I know everyone has their pain points in motherhood- mine is in the letting go. It’s something no one told me or prepared me for but has been such a daily unclenching of the fingers and letting those wings spread out a little farther ⁣
each moment.

Mama , can you relate?