Burning out and burning bright, my family’s in a Change Rocket, hurtling through spacetime, much outside too blurred to see.
I’ve known for years that when the kids started talking futures I’d have to already be in my next chapter, lest I helicopter-parent or self-destruct.
I’ve also seen as the kids mature they need, more than ever, emergency contacts ready for triage as well as strategy. Sometimes that’s rotated over weeks. Other times, it’s all in one afternoon.
The current combination’s a tall order. It’s temporary, too. Calm will follow.
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