Just a short musing about real life. Not even poetry; only a few thoughts about the most important aspect of my life.
Yes, I’m a mother.

To be my son
By Dany

I watch you running across the playground, yelling to your new best friend – whom you just met for the first time ten minutes ago – to catch you if he can.

And I marvel at you.

What I wouldn’t give to be you for one day.

To have your limitless energy that keeps you going from the moment you get up until you finally settle down for bed again many hours later.

To have the bottomless trust you have in your parents.

And so you should, for we would literally fight dragons if they threatened to hurt you.

To have your fluidity, your ability to accept and adapt to the changes we are sometimes forced to put upon you.

To have your beautiful enthusiasm, whether it’s about your favorite TV show, a new toy, an extra scoop of ice cream, or because you just wrote your name without any help.

To be able to enjoy life the way you do: To the fullest, with every advantage and comfort we can give you.

Blissfully ignorant of the problems of the grown-up world.

Carefree, because you are protected, for I will always be watching out for you. Whether it be five minutes or fifteen years from now, know that you need only to look over your shoulder to see me there. I am your light in the dark, your emergency exit, and I will always have your back.

But, oh, what I wouldn’t give to be you, and to be five – for just one more day.