Tuck In

My daughter has not had me tuck her in for the past two nights. Since the first of the year I have felt this day coming. Actually, I am surprised it has lasted as long as it has. She is almost 16! Yes, it is time, but my heart still says ouch. I want to cling! In the end, all it can be is another bittersweet victory in letting go.

Often my daughter asks why she doesn't appear in my artwork. She perpetually asks, "Which one am I?" If only she knew how much she has inspired me. No, she doesn't always appear as a figure, but her amazing (and sometimes ornery) spirit have carried me this far.

Mothering...a painful and beautiful honor. Chloe no longer needs me to tuck her in. A twinge of pain looms in my heart, but I am okay. I will let go.