Flying baby bird

I have never been a mother yet until now. Maybe later on when I already have a husband. I had some arguments with my mom last night. It wasn't really important though. But the thing that she said was, " you're leaving soon, please don't go out too often". I've just realized today that she is afraid of losing me. I'm leaving my house in three months from now. I'm going away for my studies. I'm her only daughter. She loves me that much that she wants to keep me all the time. A baby bird needs to fly, so do I. I know I love her and she loves me. But she needs to let me fly. I will go back to her, she doesn't need to worry about me not coming back to her. I will always have her in my heart although I'm far from her. Maybe someday she will understand.
Now, she is just afraid. Me too, but I try not to be. I wanna be a flying baby bird, looking for its own life.