Letting Go

When you decide to have children, you never really think about a time where you will have to let go. 

It feels as though they will always be little, always be dependent on you.

And then, boom...they're teenagers.

This past Friday, Isabella went to the local mall alone with two of her friends.

I know I need to let go but it is so hard.

I find my mind works overtime.

I worry about her going to the bathroom alone. Make sure you all go together.

I worry that men will stare at her. Izzy, there are bad people in this world. And men that prey on little girls. Be careful. 

I worry that other girls in the mall will pick a fight. If you see a group of teenagers looking for trouble, don't stare. Look down. Look away. 

I worry too much.

She is going on her first BIG school trip this year for eighth grade graduation.

3 days and 2 nights away in our nation's capital, Ottawa.

I know she will be fine but still. 

She's my baby. She will always be.

I tell her all the time that everything I do, I do because I love her so much.

I tell her that no one will ever love her like her mama and daddy do.

I tell her we always just want the best for her.

When she was little, I would always say "I love you more than..."

And she would finish off the sentence by saying "anything in the whole wide world".

I love you Izzy, more than anything in the whole wide world.