After Years of Helping My Son, I Finally Set Boundaries—and the Results Surprised Everyone

it was just the two of us.

No distractions.

No busy schedules.

No specific agenda.

We sat at the kitchen table for hours.

Talking.

Listening.

Sharing stories.

Reflecting on the past.

Discussing the future.

At one point, Wesley smiled and said, “I think I forgot that you’re a person, not just my mom.”

I laughed.

Then I nodded.

Because I understood exactly what he continue reading …