full of questions, full of doubts, and worry enters, maybe for the first time ever, and settles in for the long haul. what ifs enter the fray, I wonders pop up. Hopes and dreams, now traveling companions on this long and decades long journey. The mind races along paths, branches, attempting to see around corners, into nooks and crannies, over hills and dales, through open windows and cracked doors, and it's almost too much, too many responsibilities, and there is a need to find the path, the street signs. the quick start guide, and have faith that the systems rights itself, teach enough to care, create, fashion a strong enough rudder, and paddles, and sails for boating life. And just concentrate on the tools, and put the tools into her hands, and watch her use them.