To Remember Who You Are

I want to rush in and fix it,

to step in and fight my son’s battle for him –

if necessary,

knock some heads together.

“No,” my husband says, “don’t do it.”

He looks in my eyes straight. Not blinking. Deep into the places the mother bear no longer slumbers, who has awakened to protect, to maim, to defend.

“We will support him from beside, from a position of strength,” my husband says, “not rush ahead of him, putting him in a position of weakness.”

He says it quietly, but there is nothing quiet about what is going on inside my heart. I struggle with this truth. Gone are the days when I held my son’s hand to keep him from running across the street. Gone are the days when I entered a new classroom to meet the teacher first, while he followed cautiously behind.

At seventeen, our son stands on the brink of adulthood.

 

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