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Sometimes...

I don't know how to do it.

To not ache.

I miss my kid sooooo much.

He's no longer a kid

but he'll always be my kid.

The baby of the family.

A part of my heart.

I don't know if this is what all parents go through

when their child moves across the country

or to another country ~

but it's how my heart works.

I encouraged him to grow.

I encouraged him to dream.

I encouraged him to chase his goals.

I encouraged him to fly.

So he did.

And to be honest,

there have been times

when tears spill down my cheeks

and I question,

was that the right thing to do?

But I realize those questions come from the part of my heart

that misses him the deepest.


Of course encouraging our children to be all that they can be,

is always the right thing to do.

It's the only thing.



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