Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
The serenity one feels when you set something free. You allow it to grow. You have nurtured it, groomed it, loved it, coddled it, held it, glued it, sometimes duct taped it, but all the while given it one-hundred percent of all that you are. It is a bittersweet moment in which you much relinquish the reigns and either watch someone else begin the grooming and loving and nurturing, or you allow it to do those things on its own.
It is a freedom that hurts. That moment when your heart understands it no longer holds the key, although it will always provide the stable house. It is an agonizing wonderful time.
What makes this post so intriguing is . . . I'm not quite positive EXACTLY what I'm writing about, but I know it covers many bases.
Allow the hurtful freedom. It's good for everyone/thing!
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