Ima, the Protector

He may be taller than me, but he is still my child.
He may be wider than me, but he is still my little boy.
His voice may be deep, and his beard growing in, but he is still my young son.

That is why, when crossing the parking lot to the car from the supermarket I put my arm in front of him to hold him back when I saw a car coming. To protect my child. It’s instinctive. But yet, apparently embarrassing when you are almost 16.

When I was around his age, I was in the car with my Mum, and we got into a little fender bender, or a near miss – the memory is hazy. As she slammed on the brakes, Mum’s arm went out to hold me back and protect me.

From birth we protect our kids, and there is no law that says we have to stop at a certain age. But there comes a time when we have to step back and allow them to make their own mistakes, yet gently protect them at the same time.

How?

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  1. lady lock and load says:

    You did the right thing. People drive like lunatics and better safe (and embarrassed) than sorry.

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