You are growing and still little.
You know what you want and still struggle to find peace when you get it.
Always something out of reach and you stretch and strive for it.
I wish you could be peaceful and joyful in what you have more often.
It doesn't get better. It doesn't get worse.
It gets different. There will always be struggle.
You will always be growing.
You don't have to hurry and try to get it over with.
You can just be in it.
I want to protect you. To help you.
You want to be independent, to not need help. I know.
I want help. I want someone to help guide me.
I know you really, secretly, do too.
I love you baby mine.
Know that you will always be a baby something.
I am still a baby something.
Let your mom and dad hold you. Listen to you. Help you.
There will be lots of time to try it all on your own.
I promise.
