Title:
Worry
Fandom:
Danny Phantom
Character(s):
Maddie
Genre(s):
General
Rating:
G
Note:
A mother waits late into the night for her son to come home.
Disclaimer:
I own nothing but this story.
Written: November 28, 2006
He's late. He's always late.
And I, as a mother, worry for my son.
Yes, he is 14, a teen, a young adult, but he is still so very young. 14 is too young of an age to be staying out at the hours he does, doing God-knows what. I don't distrust him; I know he isn't doing something stupid or foolish, he's smarter than people give him credit for. But he's still just a boy, my boy. I worry about the places he goes, the people he sees, the things that he do but doesn't tell me. I want to make sure he is safe, that he's making good choices that he's not getting into trouble.
He does little to alleviate my fears.
It worries me when he isn't in his bed at 3 in the morning.
It worries me even more when he's collapsed on his bed, in his street clothes, covered in cuts and bruises.
I'm worried to tears that he's caught up in some mess, something dangerous, that he just won't tell me or worse ... that I can't help him with.
He is my son. I am his mother. It is my right, my duty, to worry over him, to stay up at odd hours wondering where he is, what he's doing. I love him too much to stop caring the way I do.
He is my boy.
But ...
He's growing up before my eyes.
He's becoming a man.
And that frightens me.
It is my right, my duty as his mother to worry if he is growing into the man he truly wants to be.