My baby ... my little boy stands tall
handsome and charming in a blue uniform
It is his first day at the 'big' school
We walk hand in hand to the bus stop
He walks with a smile
Oh but ...the butterflies in my tummy have been there awhile.
As he steps onto the school bus and waves goodbye...
I fight back my tears of pride.
“Mamma, I will come back”, he says with a final wave
I send up a little prayer and marvel …
when did my little one become so brave!
A rainy monsoon night …suddenly my heart overflowed with love, I became a ‘Ma’ thereof…
That moment …his baby breath against my chest ...I can still recall.
Someone rightly said ... the toughest job of being a mother is letting go…
My little one is spreading his wings and I have to make his wings so strong so that he can fly away…‘only to return’ ...as he tells me. That is true, at least for now - I tell my heart.
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