November 19, 2013 § 3 Comments
My son has been chasing my shadow, eagerly aligning his shoulders with my own in a race to grow into an expectation of stature. Amused by his enthusiasm, I measured myself against the kitchen door frame long graffitied with names and dates; allowing each child to gauge themselves against my name. Today, as my son shuffled past me, I knew even before my husband drew a new line that my son’s name would fill the space beside my own. In much the same way I marveled at his first steps I now found myself disoriented by the evidence of time, grateful for the space between his name and his father’s and the smaller shadow of my daughter’s form.