Testing, testing. Earth to mother.

The biggest boy, how he tests me. It seems when he does, I always know it is coming, but it is fierce. Intense. Practice makes me so aware of his body's way of processing life. He is so in touch, so aware, so scarily sensitive and stubborn, so precious. I cried at his first kindergarden conference, he is so delicate and strong and amazing. Really, it's all about nurturing his perfect being into the future- intact, aware, astounding, and loved (most importantly by himself). Whew. When he needs me to pull him- he pushes me- and I am totally game for it.