No one ever told me that parenting almost adults is way, way, way harder
and scarier and lonelier than parenting little guys.
"On Waiting for My Almost Grown Sons to Come Home at Night"
A decade ago
I tucked them in, slipped downstairs,
Now I wait and pray.
OR MAYBE…
"On Waiting for My Almost Grown Sons to Come Home at Night"
when they were young
stories and kisses were enough
i long for those days.
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