You're starting to not need me like you once did. You still NEED me, but in a different way. You're wiping my kisses, pushing away my hugs, covering my mouth when I sing, shoving my hand away when you walk down the stairs.
You're starting not to need me.
And that's ok. This is how it's supposed to be: you growing independent from me while I cry in a corner. This is how it's supposed to be: you becoming you.
My sweet boy, I want you to know, no matter who you become, no matter where you land, I am always here when you're feeling like you need me.
No matter what it is, I won't judge you. I'll listen.
No matter how big the problem in your head, I will be present to hear you with an open mind.
No matter who you become, I'll be here when you need me and when you don't.
You're starting not to need me and that's ok.