When your son comes to you with arms outstretched and pain in his cheeks, let him fall into you. Let him cry, let him soften, let him be cotton against this hard world.
When your son needs to be caught, catch him. When he needs to be propped up, stand tall against him like a dam. But don’t rush. Let him walk slowly towards you, so that he may learn to ask for the support he needs.
When your son questions himself, question him right back, so that he might own the convictions resting on his tongue.
When your son asks about girls like they are puzzles, remind him that you are one too, and that the clues are the same.
When your son asks about love, don’t give him the answers. Let him wander through that magical universe and earn his stars.
When your son asks about my daughter, tell him she was loved with just the right amount of restraint, so that she can be her own dam. And that she was held with just the right amount of kindness, so that she can still be the cotton.