Time.
The last thing I said to my daughter was, ‘I know. This feels hard and unfair because it is.’ Then we cried together, grabbed some ice cream for good measure, and came home to rest in bed.
Watching my five-year-old process the loss of her first love—her teachers—is the most humbling moment I’ve had as her mother. I didn’t even know she was capable of feeling so deeply.
But it also means they’ve done a tremendous job with her. She was the recipient of good love, and yes, my sweet girl, sometimes when you get that kind of gold, it’s incredibly hard to let it go.”
**This post was written by Stephanie Hanrahan of Tinkles Her Pants and appeared on Love What Matters.
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