Doors
Dr. Chandler warned me... there will be doors CLOSED doors There would come a time (and we are here) that you would push away. I wouldn't be needed, or wanted, or looked at other than the eye roll or the occasional *sigh* We're there. You are just down the hall - but you are SO far. Yet, I feel moments. Moments that I'm not completely annoying and you aren't completely in another world. But you are far. I ask and you give very minimal details. I laugh and you tell me I'm making a big deal or nothing OR that wasn't supposed to be funny. Every move I make is "wrong" but you are talking to me. And I am grateful. The door is there. It's closed. But it's somehow closer. But I miss you. Sometimes I sit and wait for you to ask for something. For help. Tonight you wanted popcorn and ice cream vs. "I'll make my own snack". There is something SO amazing about your child fending for themselves, forging their own way. But it's REA...
