Technically they're not even MY kids. Well, obviously not biologically, but even emotionally, my heart belongs to another bunch of kids. Those kids are MY kids. But yet, when This bunch put on their tiny little black graduation robes and sat like grown up little angels on their small little wooden chairs at graduation practice today, my heart couldn't help but swell with pride. And my eyes almost welled up.
I'm so sure I'm going to be one of those mothers who end up depressed when their kids grow up and leave home. Just like when anyone I've cared for left. It's a path I've been on since day one. It's been engraved onto the little relationship line running across my palm.
But I've come to accept it. And just work with it.
I get by with a little help from my friends who I've previously quoted. "Hello hello hello hello, goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye. That's all there is."
So I'll let them go.
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