They behave themselves, briefly, when you're watching. But as soon as you turn around, it's old tricks again: taking each other's things, not sharing, hurting each other.
She watched too closely, took their every mistake to heart. She smothered them. One time, she cried so much that they nearly all drowned.
After that, she knew it was time to let go. She moved far away, but she marked the route with bright lights. If they ever needed her, they'd know where to find her.
The heat of the rockets warms her heart. Her children are finally coming for a visit.