Walking With Jane
When we walk alone and I don’t speak they do. She tells me about her friends and her days and her dreams and her fears.
So I walk with my kids and listen.
Jane wants to go to the movies, with her friends. Alone. She will be eleven this fall.
I think it’s a good idea. Push and pull.
Jane grow up. No stay with me Jane. She’s growing, and it’s proof that we’ve parented well. She’s safe and secure and confident.
I’m proud and wistful all at once.