My boy is growing up
I asked him to accompany me
He said no
He chooses himself now
Oh I miss the old time
The time I always rant off
The boy was so clingy
The boy always cried
Asked for food
Asked to play
“Mama I am afraid, Hug me,” said 4th year him
I hugged him tight
I miss his young smile
Now, I burst with complicated feeling
Joys is coming, He is almost mature
Pity is emerging, I am alone now,
John, come to mommy, I miss you.
It’s it the Cat in the Cradle….in reverse. And part of the cycle of life. You’ve done a great job sharing the experience of nurturing and letting go while still wanting to hold on.