Sprouting Wings

I held the sand in my fist with all of my strength. I could feel it trickle slowly past my fingers. I held on tighter...it slipped faster..till i sensed Time was playing its game with me. Its been 2 years and 10 months since i found my heart and today my eyes fill with tears and pride as i hover protectively watching it bloom from a bug to a brillaint and colourful butterfly.
My baby is ready for school. Tomorrow would be her first day at pre-school.
Its hard for me. Hard for me to let go. Hard for me to accept that she is no longer a baby. Hard for me to realise that she no longer clings to me like she used to.
Its a world of wonder for her to discover. A world filled with hope, excitement and possibilities. I want to be her guide along the paths she takes. I want to hold her hand and never let her fall, but i know that with every stumble, she would walk firmer, every bend in the road would reveal new discoveries and for every dry leaf she picks up there will be hundreds of leaves in the trees in a mosaic of greens.
I won't be there to wash her hands, help her with her food or tell her to wait her turn on the slide. I won't be there to wipe her tear when she cries or clap with gusto at her triumphs at school, but my heart will be beating a thousand beats for her from afar. I'll cherish each story, sooth each bruise and applaud each artwork that she gets home. I'll be the one standing at the sidelines with outstretched arms waiting for her. I'll be the one cheering the loudest at the races. I'll be the one with the one with the camera in front of the stage. I'll laud her efforts to stand on her own little feet and find her own heart song to sing.
Each baby step she takes, each new discovery she makes would make her an independent woman of tomorrow.
I can sense Time putting an arm around me drawing me in, urging me to believe in the things that i have taught her. I sigh, smile and think, my bug has grown and is ready to try out her brand new wings.