He is a teenager now, no longer enthralled with me, no longer wishing to be like me, no longer excited that he looks like me, and shares my very essence….
Nothing has changed for me, and yet everything has. Everything about him speaks to my soul… until he opens his mouth that is.
Now, we speak through images… when I focus the lens on him, he is back, he lets go of the facade and allows me in…
I have no words to explain this bond, and so I take pictures in the hopes that he will see and allow himself to feel this unconditional mothers love and acceptance.
I have no words to explain how he makes me wish I could freeze time so that I may keep him right here next to me for eternity and even go backwards if possible.
There really are no words that do justice to a mothers love, and so I raise my camera to my heart and hope that it is spoken through images.
