Nothing was repaired yet.
We weren’t suddenly whole.
But for the first time, all three of my sons were standing together in the same light.
“I already got mine back,” I said. “Now we learn how to keep it.”
Later that evening, Rowan and I sat together on the porch steps while the party behind us settled into quieter conversation.
“I’m not asking you to pretend I raised you,” I said. “And I’m not asking you to call me Mom before you’re ready.”
“I don’t know what I’m ready for.”
