He’s reading nowand bike-riding on two wheels, too. He’s jumping off diving boards into the deep ends of pools, and writing me love notes for no reason at all.
He has friends now and a sense of humor. He’s on the traveling team (that’s what we wanted, right?) and he’s going to a wonderful university that is neither too close nor too far from me.
He’s with a girl now, whom we like, and it’s looking serious, from what I can see.
He’s surpassing all of the milestones – do you see? – and so I’d like to brag.
But, deep down I know that the only milestones that really matter are, of course, not milestones at all: Is he happy? Is he secure? Is he kind? Does he feel loved? I will answer “yes” because I believe it is so, but I’ll never know for sure that happiness and security and kindness and feeling loved will stay with him, even when I’m not, forever and ever.
We brag to create a world where all is ok for them and all will be ok for them forever and ever.
We brag to believe that we can check those milestones that aren’t off the list just the same as reading and bike-riding and swimming and writing.
Because then, surely then, we mothers can sleep soundly forever and ever. Amen.