my 17 year old son has gone with 3 friends to backpack around germany. while there they will visit friends and 2 of the boys have family there. we have been talking about this trip for well over a month and somehow in my mind the departure day was far, far off in the future. but here it is. i let him go because i knew it would be an adventure and a challenge. having family and friends there sort of lessened the risk of the adventure and challenge. alternately i feel like a crazy woman or a really cool mom. after all, he is my youngest, my baby. every time my daughter and now my middle son came home from college i was amazed at how physically different they looked to me. like their inner changes were manifest on their faces, in their stance and in the curve of their smiles. i am sure now, my youngest, will come back a man, to sound like a cliche. it is the bittersweetness of being a parent, yes? this letting them go. wouldn't have it any other way.
and here's some new work, kind of appropriate for this post. i am fascinated, maybe a little obsessed, with how we navigate and travel through life. this piece is called currents.