Dear Lord,
Remind me he isn't six.
Remind me he is Thirteen.
Remind me he is capable and needs independence.
Remind me that he asked to be dropped off for a morning of golf (alone, eeks)
to refocus from a tough competition.
Remind me that this is where he finds himself and teaches himself to recover from life's challenges.
Remind me that he has phone for a reason, for heaven sakes.
Remind me, Lord that ultimately he is your child simply entrusted to me.
There were a million reasons why I felt terrible dropping him off at the golf course alone
on this Monday morning before I headed to work.
But, he asked to go - he got up early on summer break to go.
He has a phone and pops is less than a few miles away at the farm.
But, still, I struggled - he looked 6 to me (I know ridiculous,even so I cry as I type this).
It would be so much easier to bottle him up,
but oh the victories we would miss from that front row seat of parenthood.
