With a son who is now taller than me, who has started shaving, and who is busy with his wonderful high school activities…
With a son whose voice is changing, who attends football games with me so he can hang out with his friends, who kisses me on the cheek only on special occasions….
This poem knocked the wind out of me.
I’m teaching about the power of collecting others’ powerful writing in one’s own writer’s notebook. This is writing that I want to collect in mine.
It speaks to my soul – my present and future – living with my boys who are becoming men.