Godspeed
As I was walking upstairs to go to bed tonight, I found Elliott standing at the top of the stairs. After being startled by this, mostly because Lizze and I were watching Supernatural all evening, we tucked him back into bed. I ended up sitting with him until he fell asleep. Something was bothering him but he wouldn't talk about it. All I could do was provide whatever comfort I could and respect his wishes not to talk about it. I made sure that he knew I was there for him and I let it go. Letting it go is so much easier said than done for me. I'm a fixer by nature and I want to fix whatever is wrong. Unfortunately, sometimes the only thing I can do is…
