Dean
I understand, honey. Believe you, me. I get the weirdness of this whole thing. You used to be my...well, you were with me every day from sunup to sundown and once you started talking, oh honey, there was no stopping you! Mommy why this and Mommy can we that? You were my partner in crime, so to speak and there wasn't a hair on your head or a freckle on your face I didn't know.
Now I feel like I don't know...as much as I thought I did. And I want to be your mother, Dean, but I realize you needed a mother when you were small, not so much right now. And that's awkward for me.
So, I understand baby. I do. On your terms, and in your time. I'm not going anyhere anymore, okay?