Mirror, Mirror

Sometimes, he pulls a face and I can see the little boy he’s going to be. It startles and moves me all at once. Because, surely, I’m going to be the mother of a baby forever, right?

Where did my little orange two-week-old go? Can he really be a third of a year old next week?

Sometimes, I pull a face and I can see the middle-aged woman I’m going to be, but that is neither here nor there.

WRINKLES.

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One thought on “Mirror, Mirror

  1. Bryony says:

    It’s so true! Every now and then I can see what E will look like in a year or two and it’s bizarre and cool all at the same time.

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