Yesterday while running errands I noticed the cutest little towhead boy.
It took my breath away as I watched him run around and laugh
with his wispy white hair blowing in the breeze.
This little dude was the spitting image of Nicholas-
my little Nicholas as I knew him before the accident.
It was the way he ran, the way he laughed, the way he pointed,
the way he rolled around the grass, even his clothes reminded me of Gigs.
Then I started to cry because I was taken back to the 2008 pre-accident days
living in Arizona with four small children.
I don't want to go back to 2008, and I am grateful and proud
of where I am now, but my goodness how those few minutes effected me.
They made me feel things that had been hidden deep in my
heart protected from the pain and guilt I felt after the accident because I
was incapable of mothering for a season, and I'll never get those days back.
For about a year I was totally
incapable of being much of a mother to him,
and he grew up so fast during that year.
Change is inevitable and it happens to everyone.
Of course, Nicholas would grow up whether I had an accident or not.
But for a small moment, I remembered Gigs as my little
dude and me as a young mommy,
and that was kind of fun. And sad, too.
Then I had Adele's singing "When We Were Young"
in my head for the rest of the day.