A feeling of sadness washed over me as I realised that the little chubby arms that once held me tight would now be holding someone else at night.
The little boy who held my hand or sat on my shoulders is now a man, bigger and bolder grabbing life and all its treasures, working and loving in equal measures.
But then I realised with unexpected gladness, he is well equipped to face life’s joys and sadness. I have given him the tools to carry him through, to love and be loved by everyone too.
And so, these anxious, faltering steps into life’s new time, I have realised, are not his, but mine.
JAM 28/06/2017
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Julie Murrow
I'm an avid reader, writer and pianist. I have written on a variety of subjects and in various genres from children's stories, poetry and history to adult short stories. My three Skinny Pigs and I live by the sea, where I grew up.
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