Motherhood, insanity and everyday life.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Sunrise, Sunset

Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I can't remember growing older,
when did they?

Grab the Kleenex. I just picked up my son's senior portrait proofs. I swear I started tearing up. Suddenly it was as if his 16+ years passed me by on the expressway of life. When did he get so handsome and poised? Is he really my son? Honestly, I think I'm going to cry through this entire next year. He's so sweet. It's as if he's never done anything wrong in his life. Blissful ignorance and bad long-term memory - the birthright of parents everywhere.


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