Watching the hurt

I stop to take notice.
A quick glance to check.

Something unsettling floats.
Expression betrays storm.

Words may claim no worry.
Face and tone say opposite.

Emotions tie him up.
Reason hides in a cloud.

Abrupt comments challenge.
Debate without turns.

Mama bangs upon a door.
A key may never appear.

For my kids, I tend to want to fix everything. Mama will make it all right. I find it hard right now to accept the realization that my kids will deal with situations or emotions without me as they get older. I can't get into that almost teenage head. Being the mother to a teenager will definitely have its challenges. I'm having some difficulty transitioning away from the Mama who could figure out each of my child's needs. The kids go through their emotional ups and downs, and I sure have my own. I have to learn how to reign in my worry and trust that I'll find a way to help my children without necessarily knowing all the details of their hurt. I don't know if I'm ready for the teen years. I guess my son and I will grow together through this process.