The rhythm of relationships

Keith and I have had a rough few weeks.  I'm struggling, he's struggling and yesterday it all blew up.   This morning as he quizzed me about what he could touch (i.e. play with and the answer was pretty much NOTHING), I realized that this is our tail end.  Suddenly we are closer to the end of kindergarten.  Our morning struggles and afternoon battles and lunchtime war of the wills are all going to come to an end.  The rhythm of our relationship is going to change.  I am relieved and scared to death.  I fear that I haven't done enough and I'm just not ready.  But I know he needs to be in school all day.  It is a structured place where he really does thrive.  I'm his crutch and his safe place.  He pushes and I pull.  We butt heads and we love each other.  That's the rhythm of our relationship. 

These two have their own rhythm.  Where he goes she goes.  He dotes on her, she squawks at him.  And they argue like this at least once every hour:
Keith: yes.
Lauren: no.
Keith: yes.
Lauren: no.
Keith: yes.
Lauren: no.
Keith: yes.
Lauren: no.
Keith: YES
Lauren: yes (jedi mind trick)

 Mommy sigh.