I am your mother.
I have trouble seeing what is not in front of me.
I plan too much, transition awkwardly, and intimidate unknowingly.
I expect a lot.
I will meet the challenge to think about you, more than you think about you, head on.
I will retreat into myself and be lost,
I will insist on venturing out further than you’re comfortable.
I will think I know what I’m doing.
I will think I’m right.
I will lead you to be proud, that leads to fall.
I will lead you to go boldly, for real confidence.
I ask for help, and I will show you how.
I say what I want, and I will show you how.
I throw away plans, I transition in a heartbeat, I become low.
I expect a lot,
from Him that I cannot see in front me.
I am your mother.
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