Time's up!

One fine morning, I stood beside him, seized the moment he allowed me to share his spot with him. My sweet Enzo was no longer a little boy, but a stunning teenager. I looked at him. And all came rushing on the day I first held him. I never felt so much love.

“For this child I prayed, and the Lord has granted me my petition that I made to him. Therefore I have lent him to the Lord. As long as he lives, he is lent to the Lord.” 1 Samuel 1:27-28

He was so little and I was his hero. He used to rushed home after school, gave me his big hugs, and all the exciting and boring stuff he had, away from me. I remembered his hand fit snuggly and tightly in my hand. I knew all his favorites, from Diego, Phineas and Ferb, and Steven Universe, his comfort food, vanilla ice cream with swirled chocolate syrup and cherry on top, and the exact song to sing when he was scared "How Did You Know".

Then he grew. Year after year, he was starting to drift away. He yearned for his own space. He started to make his own life. And with each tick of the clock also came the process of letting go of my once sweet boy to grow and flourish on his own.

I was not prepared. I was not informed when to let go of my Enzo from the day they placed him in my arms. I thought there's always tomorrow and I can’t live in fear of messing up so I let him grew, gave him all the love and understanding he asked for. Praying that he will make it.

We kept trying, praying, and loving. Not knowing our timeline was moving fast too. 16 years were all we got... the best 16 years!