Small Stones 8/29/16

His big sister tells me his name is Gus.

His big sister tells me his name is Gus. His energy is contagious, and I smile as he runs laps around my son, proudly displaying his vocabulary. A ping of sadness touches my heart, and my smile melts away, as my own son stands here, quietly watching the smaller boy play. My shy boy, who inherited my anxiousness, and dislike of loud noise. How can I feel such pride, and such shame, all at once?

*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.



Author: Super Jan

I'm just an introvert, trying to find where I fit in the world. Opinionated, slightly vulgar, and prone to crippling social anxiety. I am a casual gamer, retired podcaster, wannabe voice actor, newbie freelancer, Netflix binge-watcher, YouTube addict, and a mom just trying my best.

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