"MAMA! I need my pants!" You don't cry for my help anymore, you help yourself. Even when you shouldn't be helping yourself, you help yourself! We've done things right and we've had a few battles, trying to navigate your will, which I'm pretty sure the books would coin as STRONG. Yet to the outside world, you are quiet and sweet and what a delight when you speak out with eloquence and confidence and with a coloration that makes your voice sound almost musical.
You just turned five and you're starting school and this is different than when Robby started on this course. You were just two and everything was still so new. Yet, this feels so new.
With each chapter, each new experience, I recall what I knew when you came fresh into this world in what only feels like yesterday: I must release you into your Heavenly Father's hands, and though I still do my work, I must daily let you go so that He may do His work in you. Even when I struggle to trust, "throwing you out there," my ultimate prayer for you is that you be made a new creation in Him.