A Good Job

I have always known that if I'm doing well as a mother, it means every single day you are getting closer to not needing me anymore.

It's a bittersweet thing to see so much evidence, but from the looks of things, I might be doing a good job.

I will rest in knowing I get a little more time.  I will hope that even when you're fine on your own, you'll still find reasons to call on me.

But, just for now, could you please slow down?