I've shifted from fretful afternoon-drive prayers of, "Please let him have had a good day! Please please please let him have had a good day..." (see previous post for context) to deep breath afternoon-drive prayers of, "Lord, what is already is. Please help me respond as I should. Love him through me. Let me be a help and not a hinderance to what You are doing in his life."
I recognize this in myself, and I can't help but wonder.... which one of us is growing up, again?
(and, just as a postscript ... he really did have a good day)