Gone are the long afternoons spent floating on my back in my parent's pool. I would gaze up at the blue sky til it turned silver. This summer has yet to slow down. While my boys are enjoying it all I can't seem to refill their water bottles fast enough. I am breathing, barely.
The issue is that this summer is all about next summer. My oldest son is ready for a change. I investigate sleep-away camps in an effort to find the right place for him. I make phone calls, my stomach turns, I hold back tears.
I have seen my son leap into newness without worry. Sometimes his confidence level exceeds his abilities. But no matter, I admire his moxie. Anxiety is my business. In a dream I am fearless, flying alongside him.
That photo—especially at full size—is marvelous.
ReplyDeleteYour boys—both of them—are marvelous.
You are marvelous.