Now I follow you.
At first, I carried you. Then I walked beside you. But now, I’ve dropped back to where I belong at this particular mile marker of your journey.
Now it’s time for you to take the lead and for me to trust I protected you well enough when I carried you and when we walked side-by-side for you to feel secure out in front.
Yet I’m still here. A few feet back, watching you do your thing. Watching you choose, watching you navigate, watching you figure out. You are capable, careful, and considerate. It is a privilege to watch.
As an observer, I am not displaced; I am in the right place. Close by if you need me. Waiting for you to say, “Are you coming, mama?”
And as often as possible, as long as possible, my answer will be, “Yes, I’m coming. I’m right behind you.”