Letting Kee – The Grown-Up Bit—💬 Intro There’s something fierce and quiet about watching your child become an adult in front of your eyes. Kee doesn’t want a support worker — he wants me. To teach, to guide, to cheer him on as he builds the life that will one day stand without me in it.So I wrote him this.—Letting Kee (The Grown-Up Bit)by MissTHe boiled the pan and browned the meat,Chose herbs and spice — not just to eat,But to create, to stand alone,A young man carving out his own.No need for help, no guiding hand,He’s learning now to take a stand.No budget plan, no shopping list —Just faith that nothing will be missed.He looks to me, not for control,But tips on bills and setting goals.He doesn’t want a stranger’s aid,Just lessons from the one who stayed.And though I ache with silent dread,Of what might come when I’m not here,I smile instead and nod my head,And hide the sting behind the cheer.He’s cooking now — and more than food,He’s stirring strength and growing mood.He burns the toast, forgets the time,Still, every step is so sublime.I won’t clip wings or stifle dreams,Or hold him back with cautious seams.I’ll teach him well, then set him free —My son, my heart, my Kee and me.