The other day, when I scrolled through our family vacation pictures, this image stopped me in my tracks. ‘Who is this?’ I thought. Then, as I looked closer, my heart broke a lil as I realized it was actually my son. My son! My little boy! Oh dear, where had the years gone? Why did he look all grown up? Where was I when this happened? The truth is, I’ve been here by his side all along and yet it seems like he changed overnight. He is my first born child and when I first had him, everyone gave me the same words of wisdom ‘enjoy this time because it’s goes by in a blink of an eye’. I could see now that although I took those words to heart, at that time I could only really process them intellectually but now I surely do to taste this bittersweet truth.
Compelled by that sobering moment in motherhood, I wrote the following words:
And she loved a little boy very very much, more than she loved herself; then she closed her eyes but for a moment and now a man stood where a boy used to be. Her breath left her and her heart shattered, tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart pounded inside her chest as she wondered where all the years had gone by. And and no camera could ever capture the look in her eyes or the feeling in her heart when she looked at him. Heart broken but bound in love and memories her heart swelled with pride at the young man he had now become and she loved him forever because he would always be her little boy. Love you always and forever my dear son. ~ Your mom, Michelle
This is the the beauty and power of a photograph, it allows us to feel the moments.