A song about Maternal Humility... Dedicated to all Mothers who release adult Children into this Life... Without uttering a sound, you seem to say: “Mom, I have grown up, let me go...” Eye to eye. Mother and adult Daughter. And I see in your eyes turned to me not only my reflection. There is the Image of the World. And my heart shrinks: here it is, the moment of parting. And now I look deep into myself, into my Motherhood. And for a moment winter sets in in my soul, like in the soul of Demeter, from whom Persephone is taken away. Know that there is no person dearer to me. “Mom, let me go...” And I remember how tiny and defenseless I brought you into this world. Your broken knees, first grades at school, your tears and smiles. And my heart is filled with Love, pouring over the edge. I love you with all my heart. “Mom, let me go...” And I think about this World. And I remember how dangerous he can be. Fear and anxiety arise deep in the heart, they whisper to me all the horrors that you may face. And they interfere with me, obscure my Love. Know that I am worried about your fate. “Mom, let me go...” And I see how much you know and can do. And how much work has been put into each of your character traits. In part, you are a reflection of the best in me. And at the same time, you yourself are whole, have stepped forward in your development, are able and know in your own way. You are a new World, developing in our interaction with each other. Give me the opportunity to hear you at least sometimes. “Mom, let me go...” And I watch you, peer into your movements, listen to your words and search, look for the mistakes that I made in your upbringing, punishing myself for every mistake, for every trifle. Going over and over again in my memory, and realizing that nothing can be fixed. Everything is as it is and will be. Forgive me for my imperfections. “Mom, let me go...” And I understand how much was given to you by nature, how much of the best and beautiful you took from your father and me. And how much, oh, how much has not yet been completed by us. And an exclamation arises: who could give more? Know that we gave you everything we could. And even more. “Mom, let me go...” And your youth, unfolding at full strength, carries you forward, and there are so many exciting, new, fresh things ahead! My heart whispers: “Don’t you dare. Don’t hold back...” And I understand that my main task is to let go. At all. Live as your heart asks. “Mom, let me go...” And I see your strength and beauty. And I hear a lot of good things other people say about you. And I understand that this is a new, completely separate life, flowing like a deep river next to me, filled with strength and rushing forward. In life. I rejoice in your joys. “Mom, let me go...” And I won’t tell you how many worries of mine are hidden in the depths of my soul. How many prayers have been read and more to come. How many kind words and joyful expectations are in my heart. I will only tell you these words again. Many times. I love you, daughter. “Mom, let me go...” And I understand that being next to you now means being apart, perhaps behind, behind your back. If it is difficult for you, I can be a support for you. Just know that I'm always there. If necessary... “Mom, let me go...” Go with God, my dear child. My little blood, a piece of me, filled with another, new Life. My adult Daughter. Bon Voyage!