Is your youngest child always your baby? Because at 4am this morning I sure felt like it as his dad took him to the ER for, not only chest pains, but stroke high blood pressure readings. I swear that I tried to be brave. My voice cracked and he asked if I was crying… “Hell naw! There seems to be some dust in the air…”
Then he hugs me and all worse case scenarios rush through my mind and, yup, there she goes… Pussy.
He’s fine. Anxiety. Hmmmmmm, I wonder where that comes from?
Lord, being an adult parent still seems hard.
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