I call for you. I call again, and again. You mutter ´huh´.
A hazy gaze meets my eye. Oh, the slumber that is puberty.
But it´s allright. Paces change, and that´s a good thing. I love every step of the way.
You took your first breath fifteen years ago today. I´ve recently leaned that the first 1000 days after conception are formative. Some stars must have aligned during your first 1000 days of creation because you turned out pretty good. I feel so fortunate to be your mother.
Today you are 15. And on this day you are abroad. You are on a school trip with class mates in Berlin. And to top it off you will fly home tonight. You love flying so much. In a way, you are teaching me to face my fears.
Thanks for being the young man that you are. You´re one in a million.
With love, mom