“Now, my bandaged leg was tender and sore, and walking was more like a slow, laborious shuffle.
‘I know it’s hard now, but it will get better. This will pass,’ Ryan said. His tone was soft. Soothing.
I bit my lip, took a breath, and smiled.
Those were all the same words I have spoken to Ryan each time he’s been sick. Reminders that he’s not alone. Reminders that I’ll see him through it. Reminders that the discomfort (whether it was a high fever, a bout of vomiting, or a hard coughing) would pass and wouldn’t last forever.”
The passage above is taken from my personal essay, “Lessons Learned,” a reminder that our children are always watching, always listening, always learning from the adults in their lives. I’m proud to say my essay was recently published at MUTHA Magazine. Click here to read the essay in its entirety.
2 thoughts on “Lessons Learned”
Wonderful, poignant piece… and beautiful mother/son photos. You have such a unique ability to put your feelings–physical and emotional–into words that stir my heart. May the love and empathy of your family spread throughout the world; we certainly need that…
Zhita, thank you so much for your thoughtful words. It means so much to me. Thank you for reading and commenting and all your support.