Letting go. It's so hard, so challenging, so right, so wrong, so confusing, so, so, so much torture. I was right about the trouble brewing, right about the storm, right to hold on. I wonder if I am right to withold the lifeboat even though an entire team put on the life vest. Applicable metaphors, always aquatic. Or maybe avian, pushing out of the nest, without a net.
If I keep picking up the pieces, how will they assemble as lessons for him? Or, what lessons are they teaching? What are the lessons here anyway?
But oh the strength, the power of that pull on my heart.
And the doubt. Is this the right time? What if it's too much, not enough?
When the call comes in, that call of help, is it enough to just listen? I hope so. My arms are tied to action. This is a time of hard lessons. For both of us.