Sounds Like Teen Nathan

When Nathan turned 16 I was floating in the pool listening to him play ping pong with his cousins on the other side of the yard. They were using a megaphone and commenting on the players.

But it was the hearing the whole life over there that I get to be a part of, even if Barry and I are just the sturdy platform they jump off of. If you can find the moment in the party to be quiet, and hear where you are, and recognize that where you are is a thick and syrupy place to be - this is the hardest part of mothering. Recognizing the good without an awards show or a red carpet.

Just standing in the pool and listening to the life you have.

The party is still a mess all around the house, the leftovers of people and food. But Nathan is striding around with his solid ambling walk, not that different from when he was skedaddling around in just a diaper.

His sound is a layer of my life.