What a privilege it is to wrap you in my arms.
What a privilege it is to be your biggest fan.
What a privilege it is to hold your hand.
What a privilege it is to watch you grow.
What a privilege it is to be your source of comfort.
What a privilege it is to be the one you search for across a crowded room.
What a privilege it is to assuage your fears.
What a privilege it is to be the one who gives you advice.
What a privilege it is to be your role model.
What a privilege it is to be the one you turn to for guidance.
What a privilege it is to make you feel safe.
What a privilege it is to have a front row seat as you discover yourself.
And when the day comes when you spread your wings and fly,
I hope you know that πππππ π¦ππ’π πππ π€πππ ALWAYS ππ ππ¦ πππππ‘ππ π‘ ππππ£πππππ.
Written by: Surviving Mom Blog with Randi Latzman
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