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Give Them Wings, To Leave The Nest

 They say if your child is ready to leave, and be independent that you have given them the wings to leave the nest....

 So is it supposed to feel as though they cannot WAIT to get the hell away from you type of spreading??? Because that is the type I am feeling.

 I know my teenager loves me, with all her heart. I gave her life, I pay for her cell phone and I feed her when she's home. I am also very aware that after 2 weeks with her dad, away from home, that when she gets back in the GLORIOUS state of Arkansas she will not be thinking of my loving arms and spaghetti salad... Its the boyfriend she has probably told 100 times I love you, I miss you... I Got a couple, but they were followed by "heh" Or something leading me to believe she didn't really mean it.

 She's already threatened to move out, more times than I can remember... She is checking off days in the calender to the day she turns 18. Until Freedom, although I give her quite a bit of that. She LONGS to leave my home and be in one without rules.... So I feel proud, that she is ready to go... But a bit, hurt that she SO ready to not even look back at me and give me an extra wave.

 I remember when I could not wait for her to walk, and talk, all those milestones I rushed along as best I could... What was I in such a rush for?

"Somebody's Hero"

She's never pulled anyone from a burning building

She's never rocked Central Park to a half a million fans, screaming out her name
She's never hit a shot to win the game
She's never left her footprints on the moon
She's never made a solo hot air balloon ride, around the world,
No, she's just your everyday average girl (but)

She's somebody's hero

A hero to her baby with a skinned up knee
A little kiss is all she needs
The keeper of the cheerios
The voice that brings Snow White to life
Bedtime stories every night
And that smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero

She didn't get a check every week like a nine-to fiver

But she's been a waiter, and a cook and a taxi driver
For twenty years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown
Giving all her love to her was her life's ambition
But now her baby's movin' on, and she'll soon be missin' her
But not today, those are tears of joy runnin' down her face

She's somebody's hero

A hero to her daughter in her wedding dress
She gave her wings to leave the nest
It hurts to let her baby go down the aisle she walks right by
Looks back into her mother's eyes
And that smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero

Thirty years have flown right past

Her daughters' starin' at all the photographs
Of her mother, and she wishes she could be like that
Oh, but she already is

She's somebody's hero

A hero to her mother in a rockin' chair
She runs a brush through her silver hair
The envy of the nursing home
She drops by every afternoon
Feeds her mama with a spoon
And that smile lets her know
Her mother's smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero

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