Mom-son -1- Guide

Stay tuned for Part 2: The First Inside Joke I’m Not a Part Of.

A fist bump.

This is Part 1 of what I’m calling our “Mom-Son” series. Not because I have it all figured out—heaven knows I don’t—but because I need to write my way through this strange, beautiful, heartbreaking transition. Mom-Son -1-

I raised this boy from a squalling, milky newborn. I cleaned his scraped knees. I sang him lullabies at 2 AM while the rest of the world slept. And now we communicate in knuckles. Stay tuned for Part 2: The First Inside

I stood frozen for a second, my palm still tingling from where his fingers used to be. Mom-Son -1-