My son spent years striving to become a pro cyclist. He was in an under 21 pro team for 3 years. He fell off. A lot. Broke hip, collar bone, jaw. Collar bone again. But my biggest worry wasn’t the physical damage, it was how he would cope mentally when he realised he wasn’t going to make it. That happened a year ago. So far so good. I have no solutions. Except his dad kept talking to him a lot. And he & I had a ferocious scrabble competition going on. And a shared interest in politics. Chat. Podcasts. More chat. Oh and we cooked together. A lot. Words, food, thoughts. Love