The boy-child is nearly 21, and proving to be a capable and resilient adult.
Which is just as well, as life seems to be buffeting him around a bit at the moment.
As a mother, I am incredibly proud of his independence and determination to solve his own problems, but I can’t help longing — just a little — for those days past when his greatest joys were to be had running around in the open air, and his tears could be dried with a hug and an offer of ice-cream. When I felt like I could actually make a difference in his life.
Posted to Ragtag Daily Prompt | halcyon