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I drove out of Anderson to go home tonight and was surprised at the lump in my throat.  Kimmi’s staying overnight at the SOAR weekend at college, scheduling classes tomorrow, getting officially ready to start this fall.  We’re one step closer to her moving out, gradually shifting from one stage of family to the next.  Thankfully we’ll have several years to adjust as the other two move through high school and beyond.  Watching Kimmi graduate was fun and exciting but surreal.  Wow.  We’re really here, she’s really 18, life really is moving on.

It’s another reminder to me to live in today and enjoy what’s going on right now.  I’m determined not to get too emotional and miss the fun of this weekend for my girl.  Nicole C. Mullen wrote a song I love about moms blessing their daughters as they go out into the world.  The lyrics go like this:

Not yet a woman and certainly not a child
But I was caught somewhere in the middle
On that one afternoon
And I remember mama saying, “It’s time for you to go
Go out on and change the world and become
All that you have dreamed of”
And as the tears that she was crying
Fell from her face and shoulders she said
“Don’t forget who you are child, where you
Come from, where you’re goin’
‘Cause I’m always gonna be here for you
Fighting in your corner
So with every bow you take
Take one for those that came before you”

Fly, Fly Butterfly Fly
Stand upon these two shoulders of mine
Spread those wings of yours and fly

Now I’m a woman and I’ve got a child
And I can’t believe the day’s gonna come
When she tells me that it’s time to soar    (ha – soar – how ironic – that’s the name of the orientation weekend where Kimmi is right now)
And I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Not sure what I’m gonna tell her
Maybe “don’t forget who you are child
Where you come from, where you’re going
‘Cause I’m always gonna be here for you
Fighting in your corner
So with every bow you take
Take one for those that came before ya”

Fly, Fly Butterfly Fly
Stand upon these two shoulders of mine
Spread those wings of yours and fly

There is something sacred
About the letting go of those we want to hold
So tightly to, but somehow we know
They must move on
On for those who have a dream to make our future better
And on for those who will earn their wings
In spite of wind and weather
You tell ’em love is waiting there
Forever in their corner
So with every bow they take
They’ll take one for those that came before them

Fly….fly butterfly!
Stand upon these shoulders of mine
Spread those wings of yours and fly!

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