Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on follow.
Since you were born, I followed your lead.
I knew, I always knew, that you would be ready first.
So, instead of slowing you down and letting you know how much my heart ached, I followed...you.
I followed you to daycare and left my infant baby in the arms of a mother trying to do it all herself.
I followed you to preschool and for the very first time in our lives, I let go of your hand.
I followed you to the bus for kindergarten and watched as you didn't even think about looking back.
I followed you through your elementary school days.
I followed you to middle school and watched a little girl go into a large school and make her way.
I watched you make friends, real friends.
I watched you become you, the real you.
I watched you laugh, full body laugh.
I watched you work hard, I watched you play hard.
I followed you.
I know you know how hard I struggle with it all, but honestly, you have no real idea.
Tonight, as you walked out of the house, looking like such a teenager, I followed along.
Okay, I see you, I see how much grit and self-confidence you have.
I see your self-respect, and I'll follow you.
When you were three, you stood on our front porch before your very first day of preschool and you whispered in my ear, "are you proud mom"...
Although I am and always and forever will be, none of that matters. You're proud of you.
You know you, damn, and I will follow.
You continue to lead the way sweet love of mine.
I will follow you anywhere.