Baby’s eyes look pleadingly up at Mama. He needs his Mama.
He’s Papa’s boy but right now he needs his Mama.
“What am I going to do…? I don’t know what to do…” he pleads
her.
Her heart breaks. She wants to hold him tight and kiss all
his worries away. But it’s not her place. She knows he needs more than hugs and
cuddles. He needs her wisdom. He needs her to give him the words that can
unlock his very own wisdom. She knows; he has
that wisdom. As childish as he may be, as baby-ish as he behaves, he has
that wisdom that he needs. He can help himself up. All he needs is for Mama to
give him the confidence to see his own strength.
She knows, coddling him and suffocating him with crutches
and pillows won’t make him stronger. She can’t tell him what to do. He has to
figure it out for himself. She also knows that whatever she imparts (or fails
to impart) to him now is her final say. He’s going off. Away from her. Fly away
my baby, be strong, be wise, be free, be happy. Mama loves you, boy. So does
Papa.
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