The knowing
On Motherhood: Your hands will never be empty
When you turned eight months I wanted to take you on my favorite hike next to the river. The one we swim in every summer and read stories and poems to each other under the rhododendrons. I wanted to show you where we saw the rattlesnake and the spot we swam in three days before you arrived.
It was July but the river was cold and sharp, the kind of cold …
