When your children become grown-ups.
There’s a holding back, a fumbling for words sometimes in seeking to know, to just be a part.
All involved, in control, in charge…no more.
What was expectation before becomes tentative, should I ask…?
Questions feel at first, like awkward conversation, small talk sometimes.
Like your babies are just acquaintances now…just people you know and love, respect, admire.
Then, the sweetest things happen.
Sweet words or just something unexpected.
Thank you for that
or love your hair in this picture
Crazy special and blessed when love happens unprompted.
And my prayers for them, my daughter and my son, jotted…little dots marking them…have been answered,