In the belly of the bean...
Have you ever felt like a gynecologist? Have you ever WISHED you felt like one?
A most perfect day with my boy.
Btw, the papers rolled up under my arm are from a Felix Gonzalez-Torres sculpture.Blogger drives me crazy sometimes. These pics got 'nudged' off the bottom of my original post when I started adding words...and I'm too friggin' tired to redo the whole fucker. So here they are... I'm goin' to bed.
2 comments:
Just looked like a perfect day Laura....my boy is now 21, taller than me and lives with his lovely girlfriend, and I'm allowing myself a pat on the back because not only was the journey of him turning from a boy to a good kind intelligent funny guy great to be party to, it was a fabulous time for me..that mother/son thing is amazing..and please no funny comments! And I have just looked up FGT...Its great to be introduced to an artist you have never heard of...I will investigate more...
No funny comments...promise. I can't even begin to tell you what a perfect day it was yesterday. Yet it leaves me with such a bittersweet feeling--this incredibly wonderful connection I have with my boy is inextricably coupled with the feeling of wanting to just cry and cry and cry because it is all so fleeting.
Moms always say how fast the time passes--how one minute they're just babies in your arms and the very next they are off with their friends, or on a date, or gone off to college...from day one it is a process of learning to let go.
I have been blessed with my son. He is the very best thing to ever happen to me. But being a parent is also the hardest thing I've ever done. I wish time would just slow down a little...he's growing up too fast.
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