Momma bird outa the coop

My mother bird, the one who has taught me how to spread my wings, is soon flying the coop herself. She will be gone, but not really. I know, it really doesn't make sense but wow, I will NEVER be able to part ways. I mean it too, this wing of support, mentoring and just her being is a wonderful thing. I know it is for the best but I am not ready for it. I will flap my wings without her covering the storms of our daily lives, stronger and harder but will also rely on those wings no matter where we fly.