Letting go of my kids and watching them grow up is difficult, even though it's necessary.
As I watched him wander down the hall between his two best friends, holding their hands, I realized he was the last one. It felt final.
I understood better why she'd said it. My body had been through more than any person should ever have to endure.
When I finally gained strength, I went for my first stroller walk with my son. It felt as though a piece of me was being ripped away.
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