Forty weeks come down to a mother’s first moment, and everything changes. Crying keeps her awake, but silence is deafening. She’ll teach him to walk only to chase him out of the street and out of harm’s way. Then suddenly time stands still; long days and endless nights morph into years, and as other mothers are chasing their babies, her baby is driving away. These are the mathematics of motherhood: days that last forever, adding up to years that pass in the blink of an eye.
! Remark: “Mind Fragment” posts are fictitious prose, and none of them is about me.