Today, I let go of his hands free from mine
Then he started to stroke his pencil with great liberation
On his pad paper, he wrote my name in full and so her mom's.
He never said he was proud of it.
I said, I am and her mom too.
He smiled back. I knew he was learning on his own.
He is only four
And I mean to grant him further freedom, choice, autonomy.
I would not know what he wants to be
But I certainly know where he will be.
