I had planned on letting go

when the time came

for my daughter to fly away

and find her own wings.

I had planned on being

the wind beneath those wings.

The force that propelled her upwards,

and never be the strings

that tied her down.

Until, at age 5

she decided she was old enough

to sleep alone –

in her own bedroom.

I dismissed it as a temporary whim.

Secure in my wisdom.

Knowing she would miss me

just as I did, lying there

on my bed, sans the warmth

of my little cuddly toy.

Morning brought to my room

a confident, smiling girl

proud of her achievement.

She had let go of her fears…

and that night,

I grew up a little.