Emotional Engorgement

They tell me it's hormones but how could one not feel an emotional engorgement about being acutely aware of the passage of time? When the day before his bent nose that made him snort in contentment after eating, unfolded like a piece of origami the next, leaving an easy sigh. That's what every parent wants they say, "to put yourself out of a job." But to observe that process so keenly, in the delirium of blended hours of rest then the most intimate tasks of living, there can only be feelings about it. So many of them.

Had this month not included this boy coming into my life, it would have passed easily with the distractions of work, routine and pleasure. Then this growing soul comes in and reminds you how quickly something can happen and change, in such short order. And you realize that is always how life is passing, whether you feel those waves or not.