Bless you, Glen. This tears at my heart. I am blessed in that I have long since been gifted with seeing my children bloom in the later teenage years, such that they already far outstrip me, I feel, in many ways already more self-assured and ready to take their place in the world than I shall ever be. They have had a strong father figure in their life. And I am grateful. Very much. My heart grieves for those who have parented alone: alone with the turmoils and the pressures; alone to provide; alone to both mother and father their kids. They have my utmost love and respect. But it is very much with trepidation that we have to let go and allow the sea to absorb them, watching with baited breath to see if they sink or swim. We can no longer control the waves, but we can still be a refuge and a safe harbour as we watch for their safe return... Hopeful that they will still want to come visit! :)) A thoughtful and stirring write. You are a wonderful role model. TY, Kate xx

Through God's guiding hands we, as parents, always try to do our best and to pass on all we have learned. Once children are grown and on their own, they are free to carry what has been instilled and nurture their own dreams and hopes...Great write...

Be safe,
Karen

My kids are at this point now,, It is hard "Letting Go",,,But not Letting Go, would be even harder. We want the best for our children.
My oldest daughter is expecting a baby in 3 weeks,, reminding me of the cycle of life. (in our hearts we never let go). Glen this is a great write,,, really hard to review, as my children are everything to me,,, so it is hard for me to express what I am thinking,, but as a parent I am sure you understand,, as your poem expresses that.
Take Great Care, Christine

Glen,

To let go is the hardest part of all, but when children's lives and safety are in peril, it's for the best. Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Wonderful message in this write, Glen; very well done! BRAVO!

((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Letting go is truly one of life's most difficult jobs. Yet, when we give them the tools and watch them fly - we can only watch with a tear in our eye, and hoping that we didn't take too much away from them.
This is awesome,
Kathy

I think for me the hardest part in watching them walk away, although they are not ready yet, is praying that they'll have a better life, and not run into the bad luck I had.(That they will make good choices.) Your poem is very moving Glen, blessings, Holly

Great thoughts, and if they follow in your steps, they'll be mighty adults..