So, the day has stroked by in a fog.
I stayed up all night and watched the little digital representation of the plane my son was flying to his new home in Germany.
For those who are differently attached to their offspring, watching the visual tracking doesn't sound like something that particularly sane people spend all night doing or admitting.
But to me, it was a comfort. The tiny plane wasn't just a plane going to foreign soil for strangers.
That tiny plane on my screen carried a piece of my heart to another place, far outside of my chest and taking that little boy now grown to man into a future that I can only hear about from a distance.
Being a mother is not for wimps.
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