I will always worry that THIS PARTICULAR choice I’m making is the choice that you will remember in twenty years, facing a nodding voice of reason before you fill prescriptions for Zoloft or Prozac or whatever they have by then.
I will always regret the missed milestones.
I will always fear your next step.
I will forever quake in terror that you have to make your own decisions and live for yourselves.
I will eternally wonder what would have happened if….x,y,z. Fill in whatever scenario, I have wondered about it.
I will always marvel at how smart you are.
I will always want to be your friend.
I will always respond. To letters, to texts, to phone calls.
I will always help you. Even if I’m furious at you.
I will never understand your fashion choices.
I will always want you to be happy.
I will do whatever it takes to make your life happy.
I will love you.
Whatever may happen. Whatever you may think.
You are my heart.