There is a never a time when you can say
My job is over
From here on out: smooth sailing
Never
Because I imagine
That their trials and tribulations
Are always also partly yours
No matter what their age
No matter what their age
Not because you directly bear any cause to them (one hopes)
But because you deeply care that they are suffering them
It's like that for me now
And I just don't ever foresee that being different.
It's like I tell them
Even one day when you're carrying me around, or pushing me around in a stroller (wheelchair; knock on wood)
You'll still be my babies
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