Growing up, my own mother used to tell me all the time how I would be her baby forever.
It used to irritate me.
I would roll my eyes and laugh. She would say that one day, when I had my own children, that I would understand.
Well, that day has come.
My first baby is getting on a jet plane this evening and flying thousands of miles away. Without me.
To respect herself. To respect others.
And to be weary of everyone.
My mother also taught me not to go where you didn't need to be and that you were always better safe than sorry.
This evening will be a tough one for me.
I cannot help but picture her as she is in the photograph below - venturing out on her own. It makes me want to grab her, hold her and never let her go.
I've become my mother.
Sweet Isabella, you will be my baby forever.
You tell me I am crazy. That you will call, text everyday.
I tell you that I will still worry.
And that one day, when you have your own children, you will understand.
I love you more than anything.
I am proud of you. And so excited about the experiences that lie ahead for you on this trip of a lifetime.
But I still can't wait for you to get home.