It was a colleague who said those words to me last week. I expressed my feelings of seeing my last boy being in his high for his independence. With Sam it was easier, maybe because of the fact that I still had another one coming. It was so I almost didn’t notice it.
But now. It’s so so hard.
My emotional response is not rational. It’s not that I don’t want to happen. This is exactly how it should be and how my mind wants it to be. But my heart is not even close to it. It has even gotten me to understand the mother’s who are feeding their children into obesity, making them them non-independent.
This to shall pass. My heart just needs to understand.
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