I am always tempted to rescue. It is such a strong instinct in me. It is how I have navigated my life since a little girl where I was called "gran" from a tender age because of my worrying about others. I am a born street-sweeper. It is not a good place to be: Worrying. It leads to control issues and perfectionism and "door-matt-ness" and all manner of suffering. I want to love wildly, with absolute belief. In a person's ability to walk their journey EXACTLY as they are meant to, as only they know how to. My interfering (see: sweeping) will not honor them, will not instill trust and faith in them, will not let them feel wholly supported and loved unconditionally.
I want to be a cheerleader, please, Mrs Streetsweeper. (preferably one that looks like this! - kidding!) Or maybe I will be both from time to time, gently sweeping, wildly cheering but loving all along, my child and myself.