Do you remember?

The moment you first realized 

you were an island,

apart from the continent

of your birth?

Seperate 

and independent, 

sailing along on your own.

Slowly, identity formed 

Self determination grew,

with all the attendant storms 

and gales.

I watch as my little one splits off,

becoming his own creature,

manifesting his will,

crying until he passes out,

the storm exhausted

until the next time.