Oy, Weh


Today I was talking to a woman I work with, whose son teaches my kids’ swimming lessons. I’d noticed him before, because he’s just darling, and Monk thinks he’s the best thing ever. She beams just talking about him. I can see why.

And I realized, I am old enough to be this boy’s mother.

Oy, weh.

 

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