To my Beloved Bear…
On the eve of your third birthday, I’m overcome with emotions:
Wonder for the amazing little person you have become.
Gratitude for the privilege of being your mom.
A tinge of sadness that your independence means you need me less.
Guilt for all the meetings that shortened our playtime together, for all the hours I put on the TV because I needed some downtime.
Fear that I haven’t been enough.
Grief that my baby is virtually gone, as are the days of rocking you to sleep.
Pride for the big boy you’re becoming.
Hope that you’ll always be as kind and big-hearted as you are today.
Love for who you’ve been, who you are, and whoever you may be.
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Cheryl started her blogging and freelance writing career in 2008. She has written articles for several blogs and websites, including 24/Savvy and InterfaithFamily.com. Shortly after moving back to the South, she turned her love of content writing and social media into a career in communications, currently serving as the Community Relations Director for a local non-profit. Prior to this career change, she enjoyed 10 years in education, both in the classroom and as a curriculum developer. When she isn't in front of her computer or cleaning up after her toddler, Cheryl can be found curled up with a book and a bowl of ice cream, or attempting to be artsy. Check out the Glantz'd Elsewhere page to see Cheryl's posts on local community blogs.
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