A tear slid down her face. How could this be a happy moment? One of those moments that will forever leave a mark, a milestone per say. Her heart thumped to the beat of a drum buried deep in her chest. There was a strong panic as she was gripping a tiny hand in her clammy fist. She had to try to hide it. There was a deafening silence in the life around her. Fear was in the air that smelled of grapes and apples ripe for harvest.
"How was this life ever going to be the same?" She whispered to her husband.
"You have to and you can." He calmly slid his hand down to the small of her back as if trying to support her, both physically and emotionally.
"We don't have to do this." she pleated.
"Yes we do, everything will be fine you'll see." He encouraged.
She felt the sharp gravel under her bare feet, like shards of glass. As much as it hurt she was glad it was there. She hated every bit of this moment. What were her days going be filled with after this moment? She prayed silently,
Please give me the strength to do what must be done. Please tell me everything will be OK.
Through her welled eyes she could see it coming. She could barely breathe. The invisible string linking them will be broken and his independence will begin to grow. The door opened and his little hand drifted from her grip. Somehow she found a smile. She laughed a guttural laugh that she almost choked on.
"I love you." She said. Her husband gleamed with pride.
"I love you too Mommy and Daddy." Proudly and with the excitement of Christmas morning he climbed the stairs. The accordion style door slowly shut, the brake released and taillights was all she could see. She stood there motionless, full of the strangest feelings. Pride, love, fear, and loneliness rushed to her heart all at once. It was so overwhelming that it pushed tears down her flushed cheeks. Every instinct in her was screaming to fallow him.
"That was the hardest thing I have ever or will ever have to do." She confessed to her husband embracing him tightly.
"No its not honey, it’s when the school bus stops coming that will be the hardest, and he will still need you then. Our kids will always need you, forever." He cupped his hand in hers and led her slowly up to their beautiful home that they built with love and raised with faith, where she anxiously awaited to reunite with her perfect little son later that day.
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