cammy

how well do we know our kids? i mean we know things about them. like that they leave remnants of toothpaste on the sink when they brush their teeth, or they prefer their toast without crust, or that they enjoy two and half scoops of ovaltine with their milk. but these things, they’re like shadows, or socks that you pick up when they’re gone. they’re not them. Cam just finished first grade, a year that marked the most time we’ve spent apart as mother and son. entire chunks of his day passed without me at his side. and you know what… he changed. he matured. grew up a little. learned a whole lotta new stuff. summer can drag, but despite this, i see it as my time to reconnect. get reacquainted with the little boy who’s going to be a little man before I know it. when I look at cam I see an athletic, creative, smart, snuggly, damn fine looking kid. and i love him.