I posted part of this poem on my Facebook page a few days ago, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
There is freedom waiting for you,
on the breezes of the sky,
and you ask, “What if I fall?”
Oh, but my darling,
What if you fly?
I’ve written a bit about my son…he’s a non-stop, driven, out-of-the-box kind of guy. What I don’t write or talk about much, however, is how I learned to let him fly.