Kids grow up.
They out grow the careful construct that we've spent year assembling
They look us dead in the eyes.
Inform us of all the things we've done wrong.
Without one word about what we've done right.
I hide in the bathroom and do grown kid Lamaze
Breathing to deal with the stress.
It's like labor.
Only this kid is bigger than 9 pounds.
I keep breathing while he's outside the door,
Then I faint.
The last word?
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