Rites of Passage

My twelve-year old son visited the orthodontist this week and now has a full set of braces.  My heart jumps every time I see his metal smile, for it seems my little boy is disappearing.  I didn’t realize what an affect this metal hardware would have on me.  I had no idea that a dental procedure would be responsible for driving home the point that my son is now an adolescent.  I suppose I’m glad that I live in a time when the rites of passage are benign.  I don’t have to worry about my son being killed in a warrior’s battle or lost on a pilgrimage.  I do have a few more years of mothering ahead, before he starts dating or driving.  But time is passing quickly.  I want to savor every moment.  I don’t have time to worry about yesterday.  I don’t have time to plan too much for tomorrow.  I just want to cherish today and that sweet metallic smile that’s meant just for me.

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