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In this poem, I describe the degrees of parental support that I provided (and still provide) for my son at various stages in his life. Now that he is grown, I am transitioning from advisor to mere observer. It is a painful but necessary transition if he is going to succeed in life, I know. I wonder for whom it is more difficult?
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