She'll Always Be My Baby Girl

Today, my baby girl was crying her eyes out. Now mind you, I know she is 22 years old, but when I look at her, in my heart, she is still the baby girl as shown in this picture. There is nothing I can do to fix the problem. She has to work it out by herself. But when I see her like this, it is as if someone has punched into my chest, grabbed my heart and yanked it out. The pain is I feel is so intense, I can hardly bare it. Those of you who are mothers pretty much know what I'm talking about. When my Sheila was little, I could always make everything all better. Getting her from crying to laughter was easy. If something was wrong, Mommy fixed it, period. Now that she's an adult, there isn't much I can do besides comfort her, tell her I love her, give her a hug, and let her figure out the problem on her own. Sometimes, I think seeing her suffering hurts me more than it does her. I just want to grab the person that made her cry and beat the living hell out of them. Whether they deserve it or not. The fact that they made my baby cry is justification enough for me. Of course, I can't really do this, but it is the way I feel. The worst part of parenthood is the realization that you can't protect them from feeling pain, sadness, dispair, etc. You just have to stand by and let them work it out for themselves. Little children; little problems - Big children; big problems. We as mothers have to just stand by and let them live their lives. Give them are advice and hope for the best.