I have to be honest, I was never one of the mom’s that cried when my kids started Kindergarten, but this morning as I dropped my son off for his first day of sixth grade I found myself tearing up. As he nervously walked toward the door, I could feel the last threads of the “umbilical cord” giving way. It took everything in me to resist from trying to keep the strands from breaking. I really wanted to park my car, run and grab hold of his hand, and walk him inside the building. But, deep down I knew this was one of those “defining moments” in life, where I had to allow him to walk through those doors on his own. So, I drove slowly away from the door looking back waiting… hoping he would turn around and give me the “mom come with me look.” I could see my young man walk through the doors and look around with a little uncertainty of where to go or what to do, but he never looked back. So, I drove on around the drop-off circle and let out a little sigh of disappointment. As I left the parking lot and turned onto the main road I could feel the final thread of the “umbilical cord,” gently snap… and the tears began to form. My little boy… was no longer my little boy… he has now entered another season of transition… that comes with a whole new level of peer pressures, not to mention puberty will soon knock at the door, and I do not want to think about the “G” word (Girls) …LOL. When they are no longer the annoying people that sit beside him in class, but she becomes “kinda cute.” When he would rather spend more time on the phone with the giggly girl, than watching a movie with his mom. Learning to let go of my son has not been an easy process… there is this part of me that would like to hold on to him and shelter him for as long as I can, but I know that is not healthy for either one of us. I have to allow him to experience life and mature, trusting that I have instilled the right values in him. I am so proud and I thank God for the young man I see him developing into. He has faced challenges since birth… from being born premature, having his parents divorce and his father not be a consistent part of his life, to struggling with a learning disability… BUT my God is soo amazing… his learning may have been delayed but he was never denied. He has come to love reading (you will rarely find him without a book), he has consistently made the AB honor roll and at his 5th grade graduation he recieved the President’s Award. Continue to strive to be the best you can be, son.