my boy

It comes in waves,

this feeling of separateness

that you and I are no longer one.

That you are no longer an extension of me.

This second birth I am giving to you has its own sort of labor

mysterious grief and intense joy of moving through.

You have washed away the remnants of the baby you once were,

coming through finding your place as a peaceful curious boy.

I look across the room at you

my soul fills with love to my finger tips.

I am finding pieces of the mother I never knew were hidden in me.

I feel the difference in my heart, it is easier to love that which is separate.

It is hard not to fall in love with you again and again every day.