A Mind Elsewhere

Lately, I have noticed myself wanting to hold on to every moment of my kids childhood as tightly as I can. I want to squeeze out every last drop until it’s dry as a bone, until I have had enough…

But that day won’t come before it’s gone. And if you hold on too tight…they can’t breathe. And you feel bad for not letting them.

So you take a deep breath.

Loosen your grip.

And promise yourself you’re going to let them grow up. Even though it’s too fast, too soon, too much.

Because they already are.

And you are so proud of them.

-the mom with the forehead tattoo

Pages: 1 2