On the Shore of Boyhood

Mother and son resting together on the couch, a quiet reflection on boyhood and slowing time.

Learning to linger in the drift between then and now. Tonight, the house was quiet. My little was already tucked in, and my big — my almost-twelve-year-old — curled up next to me on the couch. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of his littleness again. There was a time I thought that stage…

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