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That’s when you realize you have to grow up.
Sometimes I feel like I did when I first learned to ride a bike without training wheels. Its the same old story:
“Mom, will you promise to hold onto me the whole time?”
“Yes, I promise not to let go.”
I look back and my mom isn’t holding the bike anymore. I am riding alone.
Now I feel like this bike is broken in a sense, that my mom is holding the wrong parts of it together.
But today she said, “I’ll hold on.”
And she did.
And I smiled.
