“Look, mommy, look!” She climbs high in the tree.
I don’t know that I can, fear creeps into me.
She’s much too high, it scares me so,
but who am I to tell her no?
Sure, I am the mom, and you’ve heard “mom knows best.”
But does mommy, truly? Does she pass the test?
“I’ll do it myself” and “I know that I can.”
Even when this child has gone rogue and hasn’t a plan…
Higher, faster, risk taker is she.
My child is fearless…so I’ll let her be.
I’ll stay in the background, letting her shine.
Her successful pride is also mine.
Like a hot air balloon, waiting to fly…
If a child remains tethered, she won’t reach the sky.