When we are children and we fall down, skinning our knees, our parents tell us that every thing will be ok. They clean the wound an send us on our way. We get a bit older and some one picks on us. Our parents jump to our defense, stomping any one in the way. They say you are great as you are and send us on our way. Then one day we are preparing for adult hood and see that some one else is far advanced. Our parents sit down with us and tell us that it is our turn to grow and advance. They can no longer pick us up and brush us off, tell us how every thing will work out and send us on our way. We learn to depend on our selves.
  Some of us decide to become parents... always hoping to be better and more supportive than our own were. We do the same parent things that our parents did only to realize that just maybe they did the best they could. Maybe it will be fine as long as we do our best. Maybe they were right about a few things after all. As my children grow and move away a wish i was a better friend to them. Then i realize that i am not here to be their friend. I am simply here to see them on their way.