I study his eyes

What do you see?

By Pauline FountainPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 months ago • 1 min read

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There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son, that transcends all other affections of the heart.

‘The Widow and her Son.’ A short story. Washington Irving (1819.)

I treasure the time spent with my son.

I look at his radiant face.

I study his eyes.

What do you see?

I see compassion.

I see wisdom beyond his years.

I see actualisation and achievement.

I see ‘making real.’

I have never wanted to possess my son.

Yet in this moment, he is mine.

I hold his body close.

I embrace him.

I whisper, ‘Beautiful I don’t want to let go.’

Writing and photography provide a creative outlet to reflect with meaning on my life.

My mental health? Bipolar 1 (Rapid Cycling), Complex PTSD and Functional Neurological Disorder.

My son’s gentle wisdom furnishes me with the gift of hope.

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