“Thank you for bringing me here, Mommy.”
I try to hold on to these moments, onto these fleeting days. I try to remind myself that no matter how tired I am, no matter how bored I get, I have to be present for you, I have to give you the same joys that I coveted in childhood while I still have the chance.
I try to remind myself that I only get eighteen summers, and seven of them are already behind us. I remind myself to look toward you, and then further. And then further.