Son17 was in a serious bike wreck today and while he will recover I once again dance with my own demons about losing another child and my connection to each of my children.
Like an invisible thread that ties each of them to me at the same time while I teach them all the skills they need so that they may soar on their own, the biggest of ironies ..no??
It's the thinnest of threads that snags me from my sleep in flash and sits me bolt upright in bed at almost the exact second my child laid in agony, crying out, tangled in his bike, bleeding but thankfully protected by his helmet.
All while callous drivers absorbed in their own world passed him by. Not one person stopped.
I will be damned if I am going to lose another child and every part of me wants to wrap them all up and never let them leave my side and yet I must let them try, stretch, and encounter danger in order for them to grow and become strong. I do it, but it does not mean it's easy