My son, I will not fight you anymore.
You, in and of yourself, I will not fight.
You do not know what you want from one second to another
and that’s okay.
I will no longer force you into choosing.
As your mother, I will not try to control you any longer
or bend your will to my own.
You are exploring yourself while
I am exploring letting go of control.
You will say that you don’t want to eat breakfast and I will say,
as I pack it up for you to eat later.