Nothing prepares you for the feelings of your babies leaving the nest. One moment I am just so proud of all my son has accomplished, his tenacity and really the kind human he is became and I can't wait to see him spread his wings. The next moment, I am crying, ugly crying or holding back tears so my husband pheasant roll his eyes at me again because when I see my son walk around a campus, I see that 3-year-old chubby-faced boy. Being a mom is hard. Holding it together is hard Mama so if you need a tissue, I got you!
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