The parents return and I am glad to let go, to hand back responsibility. I have loved playing parent, for that was all it was. Not a game exactly, but a role assumed. I’ve loved their beingness, the sometime-adult, sometime-child-ness of them both. And caring. As I do. But it is tiring. And I am used to pleasing myself. Well almost. And now the next concern takes over. Let me draw well and be kind.
