Parenthood

I held my adult child in my arms this morning. I watched helpless, as the tears rolled down his cheeks. when he was a child, it was so much easier. I could help mend his small body and feelings with a ban aid or a piece of candy. This morning he cried for all the things he hoped would be and are now no longer, a relationship with the now ex fiancé, and the ability to be with his beloved only child most every day and night.