Independence

david fall 2006 - 1

David: “Mom, when can I walk to the bus stop by myself?”

Me: “Do you want to?”

David: “Yeah.”

Me: “Oh.”

Just take a butter knife, stab it in my chest, and turn it clockwise.  I guess the time has come.  He is starting to spread his wings.

That’s my job, right?  To give them roots and wings?  I’ve known that every step of the parenting process is designed to nudge them towards the ultimate goal of becoming independent,  responsible adults.

But why does it have to be so hard?