More droopy feelings in a post today.
I read this piece from the Washington Post this am and it set me off.
But with due respect to my son’s feelings, I have the worse of it. I
know something he doesn’t — not quite a secret, but incomprehensible to
the young. He is experiencing the adjustments that come with beginnings.
His life is starting for real. I have begun the long letting go. Put
another way: He has a wonderful future in which my part naturally
diminishes. I have no possible future that is better without him close.
There's the rub.