Today is Teddy’s birthday. Thirteen years ago at this time I was waiting.
I wait still.
This child of mine has always been a challenge. He just sees the world a little differently than most kids his age. Last night, I snuggled in beside him (13!) for the tucking in. I was painfully aware of how little bedspace was left with both of us under his covers. No longer am I able to wrap him in my arms and whisper mother-dreams over him.
His feet are bigger than mine.
So, I lay beside him and contemplated how to grow with him; how to stay this close forever.
I remembered these words I penned a couple of years ago. They comforted me. I hope they bring some measure of joy to you as well.
He wakes up, before sun’s light and in darkness heeds body’s call. Light spills into the hallway, underneath the crack in my door and, like a siren call, my eyes open.