Standing together on graduated stone steps, with the lapping warmth waving at our ankles,  he was convinced that he could swim by just taking his foot off the last foundation.  He walked straight down, quickly covered and submerged. And, I, fully clothed, my mother’s heart racing, followed after my little boy.

After his safe rescue into my arms, I simply marveled.

Marveled because he was completely and utterly fearless. Over the past two years, he has trusted the security that he would always be cared for and loved, for it has never faltered. Yet, it is that one misstep that changed his whole reality.

My mother’s heart knows that it will be the first of many. For soon enough the day will come when mother’s arms will not be there to rescue him.


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