I made a list of fears

On Motherhood: Broken orange crayons, my son, and the things I don't know

I read a poem about obsessions, which prompted me to make a list of mine. My son was the first on the list. The sun was the third. I remember wanting to add fireflies to the list but wondered what was the difference between something I loved, something that put me in awe or made me feel good versus something I was truly obsessed with. I still don’t real…