Watch Me Disappear

by Janelle Brown

Teenagers are like skittish forest creatures that dance away at your approach, snarl if you dare to confront them head-on. You need to wait, patiently, for them to come to you; though odds are they never will.

Maybe this is why they say love is blind: Who you want people to be makes you blind to who they really are.

There are moments when you look at your child and suddenly see a stranger there whom you never saw before, someone destined for things you can’t even imagine. And you think: How did they become this person? Were they molded by you or by the world around them or were they always going to be this way?