A Mother’s Ache

October 27
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Each time my children and I part, there is an ache in the center of my chest.

It’s a swirl of hope and longing, a pang of sadness, a glimmer of joy.
Pulsing.
Thumping.

Tender.

As they stride off on their own, with them they take my control, my influence, my protection, a mother’s love.
Yet they gain independence and confidence and try on their personality to see what fits.

When they go, so goes my I love you’s, my comforting embrace, my mama bear protection.
Yet they self-sooth and grow thicker skin and hold their own on a child-sized piece of solid ground.

I know while we are apart they still smile, still giggle, still feel loved and happy.
Yet still…I ache.

While they play, as they learn, during their lunch, all through recess…
I ache, a mother’s ache.

 

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