I worry about my Peanuts so much.
Peanut One, especially.
He's having a tough time right now and doesn't have the words to tell me what is bothering him.
It feels like it is literally killing me to watch him go through this.
I want to fix it. I want to make it better. I want to make it go away.
What I realize is that I can't. Even if I could, something else would come up.
I need to merely be with him, let him know he's loved; care for him and let him know I'm here. I need to advocate when necessary, yet not step into everything. I need to relax and be a conscious parent instead of reacting and being a dazed parent.
It's hard.
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