Human relationships, especially deep ones, always contain mystery. My five-year-old son is known, but unknown. He is tethered to my heart, but utterly separate and different in temperament. He is generous, intense, energetic, sensitive and deeply perceptive, but his patience for a classroom other than nature seems limited. I marvel at him and sometimes worry; I question and research what is best; in the end, I always return to love, the essence of the relationship between mother and child.