Airplane

Having grown up with only a sister and mostly female relatives,

I had little experience being around young boys until I had my son.

At first, I didn’t know what kinds of toys he would enjoy or how to play with him

—so different from the dollhouses I had known.

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Now he is sixteen, and we are navigating the transition into adulthood.

I often find myself missing the years when he was small,

when I could balance him on my legs and pretend he was an airplane.

As he prepares to leave home, I’m reminded how quickly time passes,

and how much I cherish those simple, playful moments.