part of me felt
panic
what if he falls?
is that too dangerous?
what if he gets hurt?
part of me felt
pride
look at him go!
what a climber!
good job buddy
part of me felt
nostalgic
i remember climbing the trees
in the empty lot
across the street from my childhood home
i used to love climbing trees
when is the last time i climbed a tree?
and then i realized
being torn
is being a parent
i want to...
protect my children
teach them lessons
and let them go
i want to...
savor the past
live in the present
and dream of the future
being torn
feelings conflicted
pulling me in a variety of directions
is who i am
and being the mom of a
rough and tumble
fast talking
eye sparkling
belly laughing
tree climbing boy
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