But why am I worried? Of course I’ll get there. In walks to the park, in quiet moments while Legos are being built, in the stolen seconds that it takes to empty the mind of what needs emptied. I do it often, I do it always. My heart doesn’t question, my pulse doesn’t quicken. Everything slows. These mental yoga stretches are making me hum and buzz.
I know the book will work. I am patient. I am confident.
Besides, most of this decision is not about me. It’s about him. He’s the bright and shiny new thing that all of this is for.