As a child, the cure-all, the best band-aid for everything and anything was a hug from your mother and the simple promise that everything was okay. You believed it, it wasn't even questioned... It was the best feeling in the world because it was true... In those moments, you smelled her hair, felt a strangely familiar body heat, felt her heart beat with all the calmness of a drifting sky, and wiseness of an owl. All of these things proved she was right. There was no room for doubt, and you immediately felt better.
I now know that my childhood is officially over. Not because I am 25. Not because I have a job and pay bills. Not because I have a son of my own, a life that is dependent upon my success. Not because I am well into my years when in theory I could/should be married. Not because I've decided that fart jokes aren't that funny (ps...that will never happen)...
But because yesterday , my mom hugged me and told me that everything will be okay, everything will work out in time, and in that moment I knew my childhood was a fading memory. A piece of a past that will one day all be forgotten. For the first time, I knew that it is probably not true.
