Give me a minute.

Moments ago, you were cradled in my arms.

A miniature version of the person you were destined to become.

Time slipped by like a brief unexpected nap in the middle of a rainy day.

My eyes blink, vision adjusts, and your childhood blurs into sequences of colors.

Please.

The realization that you’ve always been two steps ahead.

Forward momentum a rhythmic pace I cannot stop.

My mind sifting through memories like you used to sort through Legos.

My heart silently splintering as I quietly watch you prepare.

Let me help one last time.

Let me offer advice.

Let me feed your stomach and your soul.

Let me hold your hand, now strong and smooth.

Let me walk next to you before you step forward and walk off by yourself.

Babe.

Just wait.

I promise I won’t hold you back.

I’m here to watch & to revel.

To witness the painful miracle of flight.

It’s your turn now to soar.