Finding Me Again

Watching my son out on the baseball field tonight.

He is running, competing, and growing into his own person right before my eyes. In these quick, quiet moments from the stands, the exhaustion of the teenage years just fades away. I don’t see the vocal teenager arguing for his independence—I just see the boy who still calls me “Mommy” and “Precious.”

Time moves entirely too fast. But tonight, I am pausing the clock. I am right here, soaking in the lights, the dust, and the immense pride of being his mother.

Physical pain and a tired body brought me down earlier today, but this moment is exactly what my soul needed to heal.

“A view from the stands: where the exhaustion of parenting fades and pure pride takes over.”