A Race Against Time
Acouple weeks ago, I got the bright idea to do a then and now photo. I had to beg Christopher to participate. He asked, "Are you going to be sharing this in social media?" I responded, "Yes." In the end, my idea cost me $5.
Christopher recently asked of me, "Which age did you like me best?"
I tell him I loved all his ages, but he's more fun now.
We can have a conversation. We can watch more movies together that we equally enjoy and we laugh at the same things.
I know in my heart that we will be good friends when he's an adult.
My life is so much easier now because he's low maintenance.
It feels like "the good life" of motherhood.
Having an infant was tiring. Having a toddler was taxing. Having a preschooler was adventurous. Having a child in elementary school was a race.
Right this minute, my 11-year-old 6th grader is easy. But, I feel that the too easy and too good to be true is about to slip through my fingers.
He's discovering the parts of life that are unfair.
Today, not much different than sixty years ago, we are still living in oppressing times where our black boys will be ignored, followed, targeted and denied opportunities because of their skin color and gender.
Our future is looming with disaster at every turn.
I'm trying to be optimistic...
But life was so much easier when I was his whole world.
Life was so much easier when I didn't have to explain the world we live in now.
Linked up with Finish the Sentence Friday, where the prompt this week is some variation of, "My life is so much easier..."