What I see when I look down

Sometimes seeing us just a few feet from where we stand is enough to stop me from my fast-paced, click-click-click rush down the street. It's enough to make me overwhelmed at how fast he's growing, how long his legs look, even after calculating the difference of the exaggerated shadows. It makes me heart pound to remember when I carried him on my chest, then hip, then back and shoulders, making us look like an unrecognizeably merged, amorphous person outlined in black on concrete. Now we are decidedly two, independent shapes, only my purse clinging to my leg. Still, still...look at him. Reaching up and past me so fast and with such fire that I am left standing still.

Comments

[ilinap]

My sons are already passing my shoulders (granted, I'm five feet tall, but still). I so get this.

[Judy Thomas Pusateri]

Love!!! Thanks for reminding us to slow and and enjoy what is in front of us!! Thanks Jessica!