When her son was a baby,
she took time off to be with him,
missing the promotion.
When her son was 5
& going into kindergarten,
she went back to work
at a reduced rate,
for it was important
that she was there
every night
to read him a bedtime story.
When he was 12,
she won a 6-month writer’s residency
in New England,
but she couldn’t afford to bring him with her,
& she told herself that it was enough to know
that she had won,
for she could write anywhere with him
in the next room
or playing at her feet.
When he was 16,
she’d looked straight at him
& gave him the car keys—
not giving him to God as a priest
but to the world as a man.
When he was 18,
she looked up into those eyes
that were no longer questioning
but knowing,
& she saw herself reflected back in them.
And it was then that she saw herself
in him for the first time,
rather than the father who had gone before his;
she saw that she’d made something of the world
by making something of him.
Wow, fantastic. Highlights the sacrifices a mother makes for her children. Through it all you wonder if they will ever truly understand what was done.
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. I think few children realize the sacrifices their parents made for them until they become parents themselves. That’s how it worked for me. 🙂
For sure….My daughter is 21 and sometimes I still thinks she wants more from me! Haha, 21, you’re an adult!
Definitely!