Boundaries are a construct of the mind, that the heart always tries to go around.

It takes us so long to put up those fences and sometimes in our mind's eye we see a brick wall with wrought iron gates, huge locks...we know those walls can not be breached.

Then it happens...we find the walls the fences aren't even barbed wire, the gates are rickety affairs, sometimes propped open. The heart busy at work.

It takes us time and trial and error to find the proper boundaries, fences, are those with a little bit of give in them...the kind of give a farmer sees when the horses lean over the fence to crop at the sweet grass on the other side...not so much give that when the fence is pushed it snaps, but enough that the treats are attainable when effort is expended.

We tend to forget that boundaries not only keep something out, but they also keep something in. Your 'fence' has some give in it...it's not going to snap in two, it may be a bit stretched, but it will still hold...

When you put her on the bus, you're going to be able to do it with love...because you are going to remember when she was little and learning to walk, you let her also fall.