A Writer's Papyrus

Sometimes I wonder what on Earth goes on in the car in the mornings when Daddy sends Gavin to school... On Tuesday, my SIL and I went to Bangsar Village with Gavin and Gareth.  The traffic was horrendous and my SIL hit the horn. Gavin immediately piped up, "What did the jack-ass do?"

I had my son in my thoughts when I wrote this.  It is difficult to be a child growing up and my son is just at the beginning of a very long journey.  It is a difficult journey and I fear for him.  Memories of my youth return to me whenever I think about what he is about to embark as he begins to go to school and separate from me.  I wonder if he can stand up to what life has in store for him and if I have adequately prepared him for the road that lies ahead.  The science shows that the foundation of a person's being is built upon the experiences of his first three years of life.  Well, my son has passed those first three years and I don't know if I have done enough. No matter what they say, You are special and unique, A precious gem within my life, You are amazing to behold. No matter what they say, You bring me such delight, A ray of sunshine to my days, You warm my heart. My love for you holds no bounds, You are the meaning in my life, Whereve...

Let me in, I want to help you. I see your pain - I can feel it, too. Let me in, please open your heart. Tell me everything, begin at the start. Let me in, share all your tears. Tell me all about your fears. Let me in, don't keep me out. Tell me what it is all about. Let me in, let me love you. I want to share all you feel, too. I'm here to catch you if you fall. Good and bad, I'll take it all. Let the healing process begin. Please, please, let me in...