I never dreamt of having a teenager. A baby, perhaps, but not much further. In the blink of an eye, that wee person turned toddler and if I squint my eyes and command my mind to remember, I can hear his three year old voice. Where did the last ten years go? They couldn’t have flown by because I was right there. Most every second and moment, I sat vigil, a witness, sometimes captive, but an eager passenger, nonetheless. And yet, it’s as if those days just tumbled off the earth into the most hodgepodge of piles. Songs and smells and yowls. Raucous laughter and giddy joy. Abhorrent behavior and then, the most lovingess somebody on the planet. Time is faster than the speed of light when it comes to this thing called motherhood. Childhood creeps by except for the passerby. I shall hold on so very tightly, now that I know. My precious child.

Thirteen years and I’m just beginning to know you.