She sat alone, waiting and watching. he was there but they didn’t sit together. She could see him of course from her place at back hidden in the shadows. But she didn’t want him to know she was there and he didn’t need to know.
It had been like this for a while now and she knew she she had to let him go but it was easier said than done really. She needed to see him know he was still there, doing ok, coping with out her. He was and this she knew. She knew this from the first few times she snuck into this place unnoticed, invisible.
There were so many others around doing the same thing, watching, checking, observing, all hidden the same in the shadows along side herself. Comforting her, reassuring her.
So she waited for a little while, not as long as yesterday but long enough to be be able to leave happy. He wasn’t a baby any more and she didn’t need to be here watching like this. It suddenly felt so wrong like she was somehow violating his privacy and for that she was truly sorry. She had to go now, wiping the lone tear from her eye she knew it was time to go to move on and to let him live his life without her. To let him grow, to laugh and love, to experience the joys and the pain.
But she would always be here for him whether he knew it or not she would be, always. Closure some might say, time said others let him heal.
She turned away from him and braced herself to go through the door goodbye my boy she breathed, goodbye and with that she let him go.
He knew, although he couldn’t see her he knew. She had been there from day one, when he had first arrived here. He had felt her with him in his room when he arrived, he felt her watching over him as he slept fitfully that night worried about the next day, about what it would bring and it helped him.
She kept her promise to me he thought and now it is time for me to let her go to be happy and at peace.
I’m good mum, I really am and I love you and miss you and I always will. Thank you for everything and I’m letting you go too.