billy is a sail
Billy is a sail. He puffs up and tugs us way out when the wind is right. To William’s delighted squeals, we take a trip, a risk, try something new.
Billy is billowy, easy to spot even from a distance. I see the two of them–father and son—way out there and so happy to be together that it almost hurts.
Most days, I am the steady plodding one. I drop William off, kiss his cheek at the gate, check to make sure he has everything. He tromps inside to put his lunch in his cubby, and when he returns his big eyes bob briefly past the playground—past the sandbox, where all his friends unearth and bury things–and settle on me.
I imagine I am not all not that easy to see, holding still and blending in with the blue-green foliage by the gate. But he trusts that I am there waiting to be found. Briefly, his eyes meet mine and he smiles, mouthing bye momma before turning to play.
I feel like the rudder then: unseen, understated, but necessary too.
Will and his friend Quinn, Cape Charles
Photos by Billy
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There is nothing more beautiful on this earth than a mother who is enriched by the sheer outrageous wonder of her child. This, I believe, is what gives the child the freedom, the security, and the strength to become incredible adults. Thank you, Jocelyn–for being just that mom.
You are too kind. Seriously. Thanks.
Nice post. Billy IS a sail, and you’re one totally necessary rudder.
(Is this the right forum to share that I am a salad shooter?!?)
Sad I missed that day at the beach. Didn’t realize the tide went out so far. Thanks for sharing!