My Children are my Rock Stars

I am so utterly proud

My cup runneth over

My heart is full of joy

But this is not a definition of myself

This is not a means to an end

This is a true accomplishment

I bless them

and let them fly

My work is kinda done here

My children are so accomplished 

and stunning

that I have nothing to really give them now

They have the best of me

and probably some of the worst of me

But they have all that they will absorb

and they will make their own mistakes

and their own path

I am very proud

but my life is my own.

And that is the way it is supposed to be.