Countless hours I have spent, behind the back of a swing.
Gentle pushes, silly pushes, high pushes, make you fly pushes,
The two of us reaching the sky,
Me on the ground, you flying high,
Now you try a little bit more to do it on your own,
And I know that in a week or month or year,
You will be flying all alone.
When that day comes I will still be here –
Cheering you in from the ground.
But just for now, just for today
Let me give you a few more pushes,
Before you fly away.
*About three hours after I posted this Dori was outside playing with her cousins. I hear her call out “mommy, look at me!” She was full on swinging by herself. Is it OK if I am hoping that was just a fluke.