Guest blogger post Kelly Kane Regan, a writer in Albany, NY.

“The day has come”

Crying, teething, crawling, falling.

Laughing, running, yelling, climbing.

Hiccupping, chatting, swimming, and flying.

Shadows falling, baseballs flying, tassels dangling.

Bouncing balls, sailing kites, baking cookies, frosting cupcakes.

Teacher presents, best friend breakups, passing grades, late night projects.

Trips to Stewarts, backyard fires, music playing.

Laughter bubbling, small feet stumbling, doors slamming, snow boots dropping.

Dog barking, paint scraping, friends calling, papers crushing, ponytails flying.

And the Page turns….

Cell phones beeping, lines texting, instagram and facebook posting.

Broken hearts,  dumb professors, tuition bills and cars stalling

Apartments flooding, Jobs sucking, allergies appearing and life questions answered.

Mist filled eyes,  new good byes,  dorm rooms closing., apartment doors opening, airports calling, and aisles filling two by twos.

They were mine, now they are not.

I drove the miles, I walked the floors,  The hours  listened to hearts beating,  breaths taken. Worries non stop. They are grown, they are on their own. They need me less, they need me more. I am glad I am here. I am glad for all that was given to me. Even if for only the smallest of these, their moments .

Thank you, God,  for all those years and for all these kids. My heart is filled,  my life is too, with all the memories and with all this love. Farewell to you, my youngest, as you follow the others out that door onto a path, the one that is yours and yours alone. My love will always surround you.

June 2017

KKR.