I'm not sure how this happened, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, there is a certain thrill in seeing someone you've loved fiercely--ever since he was a zygote--flourish and grow. Simultaneously, there is a certain loss in watching your baby take relentless, ever-lengthening strides towards independence.
I'm way too close to this adventure of discovery and loss to say much about it. But I've been remembering something I wrote about this son of mine when he was much, much smaller. It's called "Peanut," and it was penned almost 15 years ago ...
- Carolyn Arends