What an emotional time to watch our peeps graduate and strut our momma pride. How many snotty noses, how many diapers, how many band aids, how many parent-teacher conferences, sports events, hairstyles, hugs, sassing, and power struggles lined that journey to our heartfelt blessing them to make choices they won't regret some day.
We open our hands to release them and keep them open to receive them when they need to return.
As for me, I'll flip flop to the pool, clear my head, and plan my next chapter.
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