Be careful, hold on, slow down, look out
All I have is words, and all he has is my voice in the back of his mind
A visceral need to protect him, but I can only do so much
I can’t be there every hour, every minute
Hovering around like a helicopter
I know that impeding him will be worse
And he has choices to make
Growing faster by the day, consequences become real
The thought of him hurting weighs heavy on my soul
I wonder if I hide it well
Then I realize that he is the one protecting me
Saying “I’ll be careful, Mom, don’t worry.”
Attempting to shield my anxious heart
Both of us knowing the rest is up to him
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