7.20.2010

Certain

You gaze at me with a sunny, childlike certainty, a look that shows you know that I am here, always.  You move toward me, arms outstretched, draping your hands over my shoulders, letting them dangle around my neck.  Still, I am afraid.  I want you to burrow into me for everything you'll ever need.  I want to kiss every scraped knee and to quit the sting of all your hurts.  I want to see your first crayoned picture, and the colored counter beneath it.  I want to pack your lunches and praise your graded papers.  I want to send you away to camp, and then to college.  And I want you to come home again and again.  I want to be your world, and I want to give you the world.  But I’ve learned all too soon and all too well that our world is not certain.
JEB

3 comments:

zarniegall said...

Beautiful pics! Their lack of fear at this age, especially boys puts you at attention, all waking hours...can not even imagine your world...sending hugs.

andrea | jene said...

Fabulous Photos!!!

Poppy John said...

The world may not be certain...but I'm certain that the Betz family is very special.

L2A4

P.S. I love summer. Waking up outside seems more normal. The paper boy knows to place the paper on the ground next to me.