and my youngest is five. there is something about my eight year old that has changed in the last year. i can see that a big change is upon us. i can see that i am about to get thrown from the pool into the ocean and i’m terrified.
he’s almost nine years old. nine. yet somehow i can close my eyes and remember the nurse putting him on my chest like it was yesterday. i can remember his little hand wrapping around my finger. i can remember whispering to him that i would never let anything or anyone hurt him, and i meant it. there is a change in the 