I will hold your hand, my child.
I will advocate for you. I will fight for you. I will be your voice when you can’t speak for yourself.
When you’re home I will help you prepare. I will teach you, guide you, and hold your hand.
When you’re in places I cannot be, I will pray for you. I will make phone calls and find connections with teachers and admins who can be my inside eyes… people who will fight for you when I physically can’t. People who will hold your hand.
Dear child, I will do everything I can with every breath in me to prepare you for your roads ahead. For journeys I cannot always walk with you. For the breaths I will one day stop breathing alongside you.
So that you know, whether I’m here or not, I am always… somehow… holding your hand.
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