My nest was filled to capacity these past few days, and it was grand. The nest was well supplied with food and mirth.
I, the mom, was full of contentment.
Just watching was pure pleasure.
I was whipped in yahtzee, but I didn't care. I made their favorite cookies just because of pure nostalgia.
They went out with friends, and I worried. Only when the headlights shined through the window, did I breathe a sigh of relief. My endless, "you won't understand until you have kids of your own" just makes them on cue declare that I worry way too much.
If they only knew how much!
"what if...we had a guarantee that the people we love are experiencing exactly what they need in order to become who they're intended to become? Further, what if we had a guarantee that others can be responsible for themselves, and we don't have to control or take responsibility for them?"
It is already time for this weekend to be over. Back to tests and studying and making choices. They have the map. They will find their way. I need to let them fly.