We aren’t solving their problems. We aren’t doing their work. We aren’t fixing their relationships. We aren’t making up for their disappointments. But we’re letting our big kids know that in all of these, they’re not left on their own. We are worrying and crying and hoping and cheering with and for them. We are watching and waiting for our chance to smooth the rough edges, to fill in some gaps. We’re waiting and ready to be there: on the phone, in the stands, in the car. And sometimes, on the floor.
This piece originally appeared at Guilty Chocoholic Mama, published with permission.