we try not to tiptoe around it. we try not to cave to it. we try not to fuel it's fire.
but I do. I bow to its power. I let it run free.
and then some days we talk. we hash it out. and love on each other.
these days. these days I get to carry the burden. these days he trusts me. calls me mama. knows that I would take this dragon that lives and breaths and fight it everyday if that would help.
alas, it's ultimately his battle.
today, I tiptoed. I snuck up behind it. I hugged it fiercely, when it wanted to roar. I won. it slowly quieted. tonight it's letting my sweet son sleep. tonight I loved the heck out of it. and tonight I won.
it's ultimately his battle.
for now, I fight beside him. it's part of him. the son I love.