When I took my son to kindergarten, I had to face a hard reality. He's my last kid, and this is the last time I'll do this.
Briefly

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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