The first day of his last year in high school. The first of many lasts is my immediate future. He jumped up ready to tackle it, even if I wasn’t.
Someone let out a giggle, and that started it—we all began to laugh. All of us except Steve, who was still searching the wall in vain for this mysterious “other painting.”
We do have to accept that while we cannot control most of this world, we can choose our response to it.
There are so many things I want to tell her about what it means to be a decent, kind human.
My son is back. The one I understand. The one who wants to be around me, wants me to know about everything going on in his life. I know he might not walk through the door tomorrow, but I’ll spend as much time with him as I can, today.
This phase will not last forever, but the phase before this one might be gone forever.
I love motherhood, it is my greatest achievement, but it is a terrifying thought to raise my own teenage girls.
I will admit that from the moment the two of you met, way back in kindergarten, I warned my son about you. I told him that you were bad news. But he didn't listen, and you and he bonded over illicit illegal activities and your broken homes.
Even with all of her maturity, sophistication and intolerance for everything you do, this same girl still needs her mom.