His world is growing, oh so fast. Smoothly and gently, with no cracks or creaks, like a balloon being blown up.
The only cracks are within me. Deep inside, I feel them – I swear I can almost hear a creaking and a cracking in my breastbone as my heart swells along with his world.
From a distance, I watch him climb on a bus to what will be his new school in the town several miles away. I listen and nod and agree as he and a friend hatch a plan for him to ride his bike to the friend’s house, several streets away from home. No parental involvement required.
I step back and step away, because this is right. I will not stifle this growing independence. Instead, I sit with the pain in my heart and know it for what it is: growing pains. His expanding world brings growth for us both. But oh, some days it hurts.