Have you ever noticed how a river can trigger every one of your senses? The color, the feel, the taste as you breathe in the smell and the sound of water rolling over the rocks?
As we walked along the shore of the river this morning, I couldn’t help but think how perfect it ‘all’ was. ‘All’ being spending the day with M, I hadn’t realized just a big M has grown. He just turned 14 and already he’s an inch taller than me. It’s hard to wrap my brain around the fact that just a few short years ago, we were watching Barney and dancing to the Wiggles. To see him now, you’d never suspect he could have ever been that small.
Over the past few years, I’ve seen him change and grow. But the times that I actually took notice, were few. And then today on the shore, I saw very clearly who this young man is fighting to be. With his daily teenage struggles and his overall confusion about life in general, at this age, sometimes it’s hard to see the man in the future. Yet that cloudy curtain of uncertainty, lifted for a brief hour today. As we talked about his close encounter with a snake and his near miss with a running deer, his voice had an unfamiliar ring to it. There was an underlying deepness, a foreshadow, of what’s to come. His words had a wisdom that rarely presents itself when a teenage boy is in the room. We talked, we laughed and we shared moments of peaceful silence. Words seemed almost unnecessary for a while. One thing hasn’t changed in 14 years and that’s our ability to communicate without words. No matter how tall he grows, he’s my son. Words don’t create the bond between a mother and her son. Love does that all by itself….