*sigh

Mothering /parenting two teenagers is tiring.

Constantly second guessing my past and current decisions.
Doubting.
Scared I'll get found out as a horrible parent.

Struggling to hold on but not smother, to left go but keep close.
Fighting the urge to make rules and scared to death to set boundaries.
Anxiety, tears, peace.

Prayerfully covering each time they leave my front door.
A torn-up, stretched, growing heart.
They are my favorite people on this planet, no doubt about that.

Trusting.
Trusting in a new way.
Ahh, sweet relief.
Thank you Jesus.