armor

I realize
I can not, nor should not
fight my daughters battles,
but admit ,nonetheless, I still wear a coat of armor
just in case she should need my help.

In a blink of the eye
she has become a young woman
and I must continue to learn to give her wings
to fly on her own, but I find it so difficult to do.
I will be diligent in this necessary task
but again I admit...I don't like it.
People have told me over and over again
time will fly by, how very true that is.
My baby is almost 18 now
and before long will venture out into the world
as I remain behind, hoping I did my best to prepare her
and that she will always remember how loved she is.
Being her mother is the greatest honor I ever known.