I am his leader now. Two parents rolled into one. I think back to the flailing mother Charlie can’t remember from when he was a baby and realize how far I’ve come. I’m still making mistakes by the bucketload. Still in the dark about a lot of things, and I can’t begin to describe how much I’m still dreading the teenage years, but there’s a new confidence now. After you’ve been through the worst, you can handle anything the world throws at you. Hopefully even a logistical arrangement as complicated as the one I’m attempting to pull off.
