Just as children, step by step, must separate from their parents, we will have to separate from them. And we will probably suffer…from some degree of separation anxiety: because separation ends sweet symbiosis. Because separation reduces our power and control. Because separation makes us feel less needed, less important.
It’s been six years since that Christmas I was pregnant: when the morning sickness was just about to begin along with the emotional tornado that has become me. Over five years have passed since Gracie was born. While those years have passed somewhat uneventfully for me, this whole time, she has been growing taller and smarter and more personality.
I gave life to her, but her parents gave her the life she has. They are doing a spectacular job. Much better than I could.
Girls who get pregnant unexpectedly sometimes feel they’re the only candidate for the job of mothering. Responsibility should go to someone responsible. And six years ago, I was not. I am glad I recognized that then.
Although the separation will always be an emotional choice, I can still watch her grow up; with the pictures, emails and Facebook messages her parents send me. Today they sent me her letter to Santa and I smiled to know a little about her.
She is a daughter apart from me, but always a part of me. I will never let go of that.